Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

She sits, allows him to speak. She has her own plans and that doesn’t hinder his own — not one bit. Only helps them. So he turns to her fully, his gaze a mysterious one with the light playing of a soft but promiscuous smile. “Then I’m at your disposal, Vanity.” He hums and if Vanity saw no evil in him before, she’d probably get those vibes now. 

He huffs out a laugh then, looking away with a roll of his pretty blue eyes. His snarky upwards tilt of his lips still placed heavenly upon his maw. “If you really want to see it play out, then I’m with you.” Comes his deepened and rather careless tone. “It holds promise but not longevity.” A flick of his eyes playfully to her own. “Not yet anyway. But we will see.”

O’Mally would eagerly allow Vanity to lead them into the path of righteousness. With him as her right hand man, councilor, shield. Her the sword, the strong willed leader he knew she would be. And God — God would be their light.