She's a garbage fire of a former undead creature, she's related to nothing and no one. She is huffing softly to herself and shifting to put her palms flat on the floor and... Lydia, that's not how hands and arms are supposed to work, but sure.

"Unless you start telling me details of your sex life, I think we're good on anything exciting or shocking happening. I don't have much else that's worse to tell than I already have." Except if he wanted the details of how one transforms into a lich, but she'd rather not get to that point right now. "Bring it on~"