She's got the devil's eyes
Though Heartfire has never been referred to before as friendly, there are those that consider her blunt candor refreshing. Of course, there are far more who do not, but one could almost say, in a sense, she is perhaps one of the more genuine creatures you will meet. She rarely finds the need to lie. Of course, when one flirts with the very edges of such dangerous truth, there is rarely any need to anyway. Others so rarely know the right questions to ask, and thus pose little danger to her somewhat unorthodox methods of conversation.
No doubt she has caught her companion quite off-guard with her offer then. One could hardly classify their conversation as the beginnings of a great friendship (though, truth be told, Heartfire has never had what one might call normal friendships). So it must come as a shock that she would make such a massively life-altering proposition so easily and so quickly. Of course, she would hardly choose to share that it is neither particularly difficult or unusual a feat for the roan mare.
One corner of her lips kicks upward in a faintly wry almost-smile as Neverwhere stalls by asking who she is. It’s a rather obvious ploy, but then, Heartfire cannot especially fault her for it. She doesn’t know Heartfire could do such things with or without her permission. Of course, there would be no possible benefit to Heartfire if Neverwhere didn’t know what had occurred, so in this instance, it behooves her to ask.
“Heartfire,” she replies simply, after a moment of tense silence. She pauses before continuing rather dryly, “Although, I cannot imagine what clarity it might provide.” Always the wrong questions, but she would hardly be the one to point it out. With a soft sigh, she clarifies almost gently (though one could hardly mistake it for kindness), “This is a limited time offer. So then, do you trust a stranger? Or do you risk spending the rest of your life wondering if you made the right choice?”
and they'll cut you like a weapon