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She humored him, demeanor shifting to that of sinister amusement. There was an intensity to her gaze like that of a serpent about to strike as she approached, which made him suspect Tzila would attack him in full this time. One could never be too careful when dealing with villains, especially those who were unfamiliar. Unpredictable. But she did not strike — not yet, anyway — instead opting to circle around him. Black Hat trailed her movements with his good eye, muscles ready to spring into action in case she snapped; though he watched on with a relaxed expression.

Despite his wariness, he absorbed each and every word that passed her lips. Such ferocious jealousy, and at such a young age... he'd seen it all before. To be tossed aside by one's own family twisted anyone in one of two forms: a weakling with no self-esteem, or a corrupted soul fueled by pent-up fury. Tzila just-so happened to be the respectable of the two possibilities.

He didn't expect her to rear up, and it was only the slowness of this movement that prevented him from instinctively retaliating. She rested her weight on his shoulders, and he did not shake her, instead staring back into those narrow moon-shade eyes. I see, Black Hat said simply, finally. The satisfaction of learning so much vital information about her left him content. What does he look like? Aside from a fucked face and all, He jested darkly.