Haunted Wood Girls in heels

There was still something off about the woman. He knew Vanity as a vain, seductive harpy. She always had a reply for everything, and though she did explain about head injuries - it was still out of character from what he remembered of the woman. Overly submissive, she was the one who had come to him to demand a spar, and now she seemed to fear him. Perhaps the spar had shed light on the true difference between them, or maybe something else had happened since then that he wasn't aware of. 

Pulling back, he allowed the cold air to filter through them once more, no longer feeling the warmth of her body against his. I'm pleased you've recovered. Standing for a moment, he consumed her appearance, the way she presented herself, the way she bent under his presence in this little meeting. Strange, but not unwelcomed. Once he had had his fill of the situation, he focused on the path he was on previously before she came up from behind. Unless she had more to add, he would be off again - having nothing left to say or add to the conversation for now.