Ruhk did not answer, but slowly slipped away from her sister, backpedaling slowly.  She dipped her body and head beneath the surface of the water, washing off the oils.  When she reached the other side of the basin she lifted herself up onto it with both arms, sitting on the edge and spreading her legs wide, offering herself to her sister.  Her eyes fixed on the beautiful sleek body of her other half, her mirror image.  The body to her mind, in the sea of visions and half-imagined truths that she saw as 'reality'.<br/><br/>She placed the heels of her feet along the side of the basin, and tilted her head, watching her sister with those eyes that spoke nothing of the mind behind them.  "Pretty Corr, little killer, knife in the dark, gold in the pocket....come and give me what you want so badly, give me your kiss, Corr."  Her half-sane ramblings were hissed and harsh in the language of the lizard-folk, but they were a sweet sound to their ears.  Her eyes narrowed.  "Brimg me my knife, as well.  I do not want you to step on it and cut your foot."  It was unfortunate; a weapon near Corr might entice her to do something foolish.  On the other hand, leaving it under the water really might end up with one of them stepping on it if they tussled in the bathing pool.<br/><br/>Just because Ruhk was calmed, didn't mean they wouldn't fight.