Haunted Wood It ignites me like an embered coal

Her ruby gaze slid to him. His words had tripped, was is as simple as the mind tripping or was he forgetting to keep a detail hidden from her. 
She'd find out if it were a secret though. No problem.

Back to his question, though.
Did Vengeance leave her wanting more? Yes. Yes and no.
"I want more, but not of him." The harlot let a coy smirk play on her lips. An enticing notion, for sure. Not that he would get a prize today.
Not unless he took it.

He boasted, and it was likely he was lying.
But a small voice asked her, what if he wasn't?
Surely she had to try...just a taste. Just to see if the arrogant ass was worth putting up with for the fuck.
"I don't believe you," she commented. That would surely irk him, especially being so proud of himself, it seemed.