"What?"
The thought would not have crossed Arbok's mind in a month of Fridays to poison anyone. It sounded awful to die like that, all clutching your throat and gasping. It was not a preferred way to go at all.
"I didn't, I wouldn't I mean..."
A paused relief came over her as she realized that Laric was messing with her and she smiled.
"Oh I get it, it's a joke, I get jokes."
Sometimes she did but her years of isolation with her Gran left her lacking in some of the social nuances of people. Humour was a big one she often tripped over. The Monks at the Abbey had said she was "socially underdeveloped" so in saying it she was eager to convince Laric of how normal she was and how much she understood such things.
"I only hurt anyone when I don't watch where I'm..."
The poor cat beneath her foot screamed as her impressive foot closed down on its tail.
"AGH, SORRY, I'm sorry!"
Reflexively she lifted her foot again and stepped back and looked at Laric with wide eyed embarrassment.
"I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."
@Laric