There were only a few things, in Scholar Ling's experience, that caused such corruption in a human. Ghostly possession, demonic taint... or the twisted curse of cannibalism. Considering the woman's simpering demeanor and pathetic manner, Ling guessed it was the latter. And in that case, her plight did but one thing for the woman.

Ling laughed. A cold, derisive chuckle; utterly amused by Dante's despair and vindicated by her weakness. Ling had long ago found that politeness only got one so far; in this case, emphasizing her disdain by showing that she had no fear or indeed any respect for the other was far more easily accomplished with her tone and the way she turned away as though finished with Dante. She no longer held any interest for the Scholar.

"Information about this place, in exchange for information about this place. Tell me what you know, and whatever interesting tidbits of information you might have, and I promise that what I know will be well worth the price." Her voice, when speaking to Lust, was one of calm politeness; that of between mutually respectful scholars. In her opinion, Lust had far more to offer than Dante did... though Ling's eye had also been caught by the woman from earlier. Shortly, she would plan to speak with that one as well. For now, however, there was much to learn and in a very small amount of time.