She can feel that tension but doesn't understand it; she can be manipulative if she wants, but with Godric she never is, and had just sincerely been reaching for a term she has only learned recently from Archer. Which makes this all feel a little wrongfooted.

She's quiet a moment, gathering herself, reminding herself not to speak out of fear. Not to do anything out of fear, to be still until the weight of it doesn't crush her.

"To see if I could smell blood and not..." There is still no word for what she had felt--or not felt--as she'd murdered Quill. But softer, so much softer, "But yeah. That too."