You’re about as graceful as a fawn. Maybe you should worry about bathing more than about me and my kind. You smell of beer and piss.

A small wave in return. She’s lost in thought, though.

I’m really not afraid of you, Belmont. Not you, nor the Speaker, nor our darling former leader’s son. You can make veiled threats all you want, but you’ll be crushed like a bug in the end.

A grateful sigh, before she poured herself a glass. “Any for you? Nothing better than wine and a book.”

I like it when they go out fighting. It’s so… Delicious. Beating the fight out of you will be wonderful.

Mm, nope!

Rolling her eyes.

I would rather you go away.

See you there. We’ve got spots reserved right next to each other.

Not happening.

You’re reckless and a buffoon. I promise you’ll have no need for me to keep your seat warm.

Your luck will run out. Don’t get too complacent.

I’ll see you later. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll be the last beautiful face you see.

My love is the killing kind.

A nod, before she poured him a glass as well and handed it to him. “No problem at all. What are you reading about?”

A smile. She loved ruining a man’s day.

I’m really not so bad. Everything was taken away from me by men. So naturally, I want to take everything away from them. Is that so evil?

I wonder if you really know what I’d do for you.

It depends on what you’d ask of me.

Not dead yet.