As ludicrous as this whole situation feels, Rauko still feels her cheeks flaring up at the other woman's insinuations. The woman could mean it as something sexual, or she could just mean that the mortals in the caravan are nothing more than toys to Rauko; either way, the blue-haired girl isn't exactly comfortable with the thought.<br/><br/>But as much as she hates it, the infiltrator knows that she can't physically stop the Violator from killing everyone. She's much better off just playing into the woman's warped mind-set, and hoping that her "wife"- though the infiltrator couldn't help but to doubt the legitimacy of their "marriage"- will play along. Even if it does make her feel... dirty... on more than a few levels.<br/><br/>"I... a-all of them." The infiltrator steels herself, and makes sure she meets the Violator's gaze with hers. It's a long shot, but the lie will do better if she can at least fake conviction. "I mean, you wouldn't like it if your wife came in and just decimated all of your, ah, 'kids,' would you? So why would you take mine from me?"