Haunted Wood Give me the glitterati

His neck reeled back like a cobra preparing to strike as she stepped closer, but his expression lacked the serpent's malice. Instead, he watched her warily and stood his ground. As much as he missed putting others in their place, he'd already stepped on too many higher-ups' toes. Black Hat was conceited as they came and stuck in his ways, but enough of a threat could make him budge... a little. So he allowed Vanity this superficial little victory.

She asked another tasteless question, and he shook his head with a faint smile. The masked woman was equally as stubborn, it seemed. But oddly, he found it difficult to stay irritated with her for long. Their interaction was more banter than anything, and Black Hat could take a joke, believe it or not. It's a memento, Was all he said. His voice was soft, almost gentle. Bittersweet.

He was getting caught up in the past thanks to her prying, which he preferred to avoid. That was his cue to disengage. Well. I'm glad we got the opportunity to chat. Vainglory, was it? He smirked, then turned to leave. I'll see you around.