Riddick returned to his bathroom after Vaako's exit.

Amoret had gotten comfortable in the bath. Wadding around from one side of the large tub to the other.

He considered not watching her, not taking in how she moved. Then he gave into the Furyan part of himself. The part that wanted to know if she was the same kind of animal he was

He sat down on the floor against one of the walls. "The Quasi-dead called you 'Ami'. Or do you prefer Amoret?"

She glanced at him, almost as though she was worried he would disappear. "Kyra started calling me 'Ami'. Whenever we weren't lying about our names to cover our tracks. Do you prefer Richard? Or Riddick?"

"Nobody's ever called me Richard. I've been a fugitive and a convict for so long, people only called me by my last name. I'll never forget my name, but I've never been called by it. Not even by Jack."

She stepped into the steaming water, foam bubbling against her skin. Soap and amenities had been set near the tub, and she began to untangle her wet hair with shampoo.

"What did you do to the Quasi-dead? I've escaped their grasp, but I never managed to kill them."

"They care about memories. They are interested in secrets." She dropped into the water to rinse the soap off. "Quasi-dead are Necromongers. Necromongers were humanoid. They don't understand animals. I resorted to the animal mind, the Furyan mind. They can't process those emotions. The anger and hunger and violence tore them apart."

"Why didn't I think of that?" He moved closer to the tub, sitting along the edge as she mercilessly scrubbed the sweat and dirt off of her skin.

She wasn't as pale as he'd thought, but next to his own complexion she had an almost dainty shade of white skin.

Scars were obvious on her body. Some in seemingly random places, others he could guess the stories based on their placement.

He noticed an 'X' tattooed on her lower back. "Sweet spot?"

She smirked. "Kyra put it there, so I'd always remember where to aim for."

"She ever tell you where she learned it?" He chuckled.

"I think I can assume." She admitted. "Your friends, these Necromongers, how do they feel about having me in your chambers?"

"My second in command is worried you'll cause me to lose my place among the Necromongers."

She walked towards the steps to exit the bath. "You are their Lord Commander. The only way to unseat you is murder."

"You keep what you kill." He retrieved a towel from the counter, wrapping it around her.

"Would they murder you for some girl who claims to be like you?"

"They would murder me just to take my place, they don't need another reason."

She walked over to where the concubines had placed clothing for her. "Do your whores think I am like them? A trophy to mount between your sheets?"

"Necromongers have a certain sense of style." He responded, watching her pick through her options.

"Hmm." She dropped the towel and stepped into a dress.

It was simple, black gown that was held onto her figure by two slim strings. The garment hung in such a way that her sternum was exposed and a slit at the leg went nearly to her hip.

"I've seen red-light whores wear more than this." She argued, turning around. "I have seen slaves be sold, wearing more material than this."

He crossed his arms, smiling at her distaste. "Is you intend to stay, we can have something made for you."

She did not respond, only walked back into the bedroom.

He followed her, seeing her sitting on the table in the room. "Vaako has arranged for you to have your own room."

She leafed through a book she had found on the table. "Of course he has."

"It's up to you. I can assure your safety either way."

"I can assure my own safety." She snapped.

He nodded.