Skellig laughs as well when she describes the 'hunt' myth, makes her comment regarding the 'spear'.

"You think you would have the power within you to coax the God of the Hunt to use his own spear for pleasure?" He shifts his body and adjusts his wings to tuck them closer behind him, flopping over onto his back - and sprawling against those silks similar to how he had done so on the bed within Heka's lair, a 'come get me' expression on his features. "Would be interesting to find out."