Being well versed in the art of playing with one's prey, she stays right where she is, rolling her eyes for show. In her experience, the ones who get off on toying with others can be the most dangerous.

"Wanna play twenty questions? Maybe paint each other's nails a cute pink?" It's easy to keep up the banter. It's mostly to be a distraction, giving her time to figure out a way to get out of this nastiness before it starts.

There's a part of her, though, that craves it. The violence of what could happen is something she's been missing since she's started straddling the line between good and not-so-good. Whether she's the one giving or receiving it, she doesn't care. There's a hollow part inside her that needs it to feel whole, a nice left over from her years in Hell.