In response to Telmeck's comment, Shiva smiled widely and slowly leaned to one side on her chair and reached out to grab the end of Shuo's head spike. It appeared that the alcohol was allowing herself to be assuming of Shuo's personal space. She held it up, but didn't pull on it enough to cause discomfort. "You want to feel it Telmeck? Come and touch it," Shiva suggested, perhaps suffering a miscommunication with Telmeck's words.

"I can't remember what it's like to have one. Mine's been kept cut for years. Also," Shiva broke into another giggle, "It's not a stinger, you fool," Shiva patted the end of the spike lightly with her other hand, "No venom."