Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

Of course, she continued. The man half expected her to do so for a while until eventually something else caught her attention. It was all a matter of waiting it out. And just like that, she picked the perverted portrait with which she had begun painting all on her own - it wasn't as if her mind would have changed if he had said otherwise earlier, the archangel assumed. The witch wanted a rise out of him after all, she would choose any route she so desired if it meant getting on his nerves. 

She turned her hips to him, showing off some markings near her haunches. From her suggestive wink and posture, he gathered they were from lovers of the past. Leaving their own mark upon her young flesh. As she continued with bombarding him with personal questions; instead of answering any of her questions, he chose to turn the attention on her instead. So you're a whore, then. Unenthousiastically he called out over his shoulder as his attention turned back onto the moors and its details.