Haunted Wood so brave

As she spoke he couldn't help but think of Vanity. They were similar in many ways. One of which was a similar headache, the other was their outwardly flirtatious behavior. For a moment he has amused with the thought of the two of them meeting, what would happen? Vanity didn't seem opposed to female companionship, so what would this one think of the white-faced woman? At this moment he didn't realize he was grinning. 

It depends on what use you are to me. Vanity was capable of fighting, though their last little spar ended awkwardly, oddly, but this one... could she do the same? The parallels were building one atop the other the longer he pondered about it. Walking forward, he closed the distance between them, circling around her as he sat on what he would do with this one. Barely a snack. He cooed, responding to her name. Chipmunk, a little mouse-like creature who could barely be a mouthful to a starving belly. My name is Vengeance. Why are you here, Chip?