Haunted Wood Give me the glitterati

Black Hat recoiled at the perceived insult, and his shocked expression bled into a scowl. He was dashingly handsome, she just had poor taste! And you look like you skinned someone's face and thought it was fashionable to wear it, but I decided not to bring that up. Can you even define the word 'tact'? He didn't pull his punches, nor was he mature enough to let the slightest of insults slide. His pride wouldn't allow it.

I see, He said after Vanity explained her penchant for hunting, sounding not overly impressed yet not unimpressed, either. I've never been much of a hunter, but I perform well enough in the category. My focus has always been in offensive combat. Then, later, advising leadership. I was a member of a high council. Perhaps that would satisfy her thirst to pry at least a little bit. He wasn't trying to make this a pissing contest, not that he needed to try to blow her out of the water. But one would be hard-pressed to outmatch Black Hat's vanity, even someone literally named "Vanity". He was just that far up his own ass.