"I see. You lack honor," came the Bride's condescending reply.

"You may find here that there are some humans that don;t take kindly to being hunted, as well as some humans with no qualms about killing you." Obviously, the woman wasn't going to take that seriously, but Beatrix didn't care.

"So, what are you, if you're not human? We have quite a collection of non-human being held prisoner here - gods, elves, dragons, even once robots - if you believe them" She appeared to turn her attention to her tray.

"Also, do you have a name or simply a designation?"