Haunted Wood morning glory

He agreed, which shouldn't've surprised Vanity but did nonetheless.
He wasn't stupid, but perhaps ahead of himself.
"If you were a good fighter, your face wouldn't be fucked," she chatsised, "we can improve both."

If her words pissed him off, he wouldn't do well being her Ward.
She'd treat her young exactly the same. She loved them with all her heart though, and would probably care if she hurt them. She she also wanted to harden them, make them a forbidable pair.
She would be glad when they could fend for themselves, but hoped they wouldn't leave her.

"Vanity," she replied after he gave his name.
"You'll grow out of that feeling, and if you don't then I guess you'll have to chuck up on an adversory." She smirked at the thought of this kid havin ghis food snatched and him just throwing up on the others head. She would unashamedly laugh at that.