"Hell, I don't bite the hand that feeds- Unless that hand strikes you first," Amethyst murmured, falling backward on the ground, packing her hands behind her head. "Dexter's the kind of feeder that'll keep you from starving, but jus barely. He needed to be punished." The girl savored the last word, loving the sound of it. "Actually, most of my victims needed punishment, which they duly recieved by my hands." Amethyst lifted a hand, and her fingernails grew to points, then turned normal once more.