Haunted Wood Stalking through the trees

Black Hat tutted. He explicitly remembered telling her not to forget his name. How could she have forgotten such a simple yet iconic title, especially in his magnificent display of dominance? Though willing to acknowledge there were distinct differences between her and the disturbed trollop he was familiar with (for the better, from what he gathered so far), Serem clearly had a few screws loose. At least he had something to call her that wasn't some kind of insult.

Black Hat. If you forget my name again, I may just have to teach you another lesson to make sure it sticks, He threatened, though his tone softened it to sound more like a jest, not wanting things to escalate between them again at the moment.

With a tired sigh, he brought his gaze up to the trees. Do you happen to know what these trees are called? I've never seen them before coming here, but I quite like them, He asked conversationally, guiding their little talk somewhere else... again.