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Though the healing process was much slower than the witch preferred (the time it was taking all the more annoying because she did actually know how to properly heal herself), Belladonna was at least glad to not have suffered worse wounds at the hand of that pesky Hunter than the ones she did. Of course, she was still massively upset over what had happened, fluctuating between proud of herself for surviving at all and desperately upset that she'd let it happen at all. Mixed with the increasing physical indicators of her boilfriend's Insanity, the witch was not really existing at a very good place in her life. Now more than ever she craved distraction, throwing herself into her studies when she could and devoting herself to her hobbies when she could no longer stand memorizing text books.
But all hobbies were not created equally and while the witch continued to be confused over her own wardrobe, she could at least continually supplement it with other, new outfits. And that naturally meant a trip to the mall.

So wearing her biggest hat (just because she could and because it helped create a small bubble around her head that people could not invade), the witch set out across campus toward the Maul. Her sanctuary, her safe haven, a place where bad things did not happen. Ahh, yes this would be just perfect to raise her spirits!

There was no level of preparation would could take when being hit on, especially when it came upon one as suddenly as a certain vampire did. The witch did her best, once she realized someone had drawn near, to move out of there way, but it became quickly apparent that that was not what this person intended. Being touched was not out of the question for Belladonna, she was a normally very friendly and touchy ghoul. But that was always with her friends and to be touched by someone she did not know, without her consent, was a little off putting. Even more than that were the words that left this person's mouth.
"Ah ha... Aren't you a... Clever...thing..." Belladonna smiled up at the vampire, her hands instinctively pulling closer to her chest as though that would protect her and her ladies. Naturally, given the low set corset she wore, it meant that she pushed her ladies up a little, but her hands were still up and could easily fend off any other wandering fingers. Granted, if she caught wandering fingers in her grasp she would not simply fend them off.

Doing her best to wiggle out from under the arm she found herself under (and grateful for the fact that Lou was rather tall and she was very short), the witch trotted forward on the path.
"Good afternoon... Lou? Was it?" That whole night had been a bit of blur as far as names went, but ah! How the witch had loved being named Queen. "How are you this afternoon?" Politeness would always come first, so the witch smiled up at him, wishing she'd brought a parasol along this time.

Another polite laugh left the witch as she tried to move a little faster down the path toward the Maul. Why hadn't she brought a parasol? Or her broom? Or some other pointy object that could fend herself off? Why was he following her?!
"I do not really think 'sexy' is a very good name for you. It doesn't suit you at all." He had walked into that one, in her defense. "Were you not wonderful before? And were you even expecting me? I will be most displeased to hear you were only wonderful on the serendipitous encounter of suddenly meeting me on this path." Why was she being nice again?
Ah yes! Because even sleezeballs could be acquaintances to one day cash a favor from. If only the witch played her cards right, if only...

As for his question, the witch did stop on her path to turn a curious look to him. For a moment she studied him, as though trying to decide if he were very stupid or very brave. Seeming to have not settled on either one, she straightened her back (it was a compliment, after all) and tilted her head to one side.
"I am assuming you have a number of other... ah, 'one liners'. Would you like to get them all out now?" That way they could perhaps have an actual conversation. Maybe.

A short hum was the witch's response to his egotism, not something she couldn't handle with a large dollop of patience. And while her patience had been severely tested as of late, she was quite certain that she could handle this vampire. Well, at least until he started in on numbering ghouls. Someone else was a 6? That was pretty generous and he was probably being harsh on her, but out of curiosity the witch nonchalantly poked the brim of her hat.
"If she was a 6, then what am I?" Not that she liked having her ego stroked, of course. She was merely curious...
And she was all the more curious when the vampire pulled out a little black book. Those were always vastly interesting because no two books held the same thing, but given the witch's question, it was all the more mysterious. Though she did try to sneak a quick peek, she pulled back when he began to speak.

Through the entirety of his recitations the witch stayed silent and emotionless. When he paused for a breath however, she burst into a loud fit of giggles and flapped her hands at him.
"Stop! Stop! No more--I--I can't breath!" And that was true, she was starting to turn red with how loudly she was laughing. It might appear that she was laughing at him and in a sense that was true, but not in the malicious way. Merely, she was laughing at how honest he was being and how he genuinely thought these might work. Granted, he might not think these work at all and that would be his devious plan, but the witch found it hilarious nonetheless.
"I yield, no more. I do not think I can handle any more of those, they are too funny!" Despite the context of his words she smiled brightly at him, wiping a tear from her face.

A 9?!
Belladonna frowned at that, squaring her shoulders in defiance. She was at least a 11, if not something higher! Did you see her bust?! Ok, sure her hips were kind of wide and maybe not everyone liked pink but she was Prom Queen! She was a natural red head! She was way, way, waaaaaay hotter than a 9!
The announcement that was she was only a 9 made her stop laughing and when he dropped her to an 8.5 she almost screamed. Not that she really cared what he thought of her, of course... She just got momentarily caught up!
With a sniff she stuck her nose into the air and flapped a hand at him.

"Only an 8.5? Then I suppose you are done with me. That seems an awfully low number for someone like you." She said with a turn on her heel to continue on her path, the sway her hips wider because she was a total 10. Even if she was just a little full of herself...

"Its not ego stroking if its true." She told him with a look over her shoulder that was mostly a pout. Not noticing that he was watching her or following her she continued on, not bothering to stop for a few more paces until he had caught with her. The fact that he followed her should not have surprised her like it did, but Belladonna stopped on the path and looked up at him. "I am perfect."
It fell out of her mouth before she could stop it and was laced with more emotion than she had meant. Especially in front of someone who was giving her numerical judgements based on her looks.

Another sigh falls from her and she drops the angered stance in favor of a mildly frustrated but somewhat defeated one.
"Normally I enjoy talking about myself, but... Can we find something else to chat on?"

A reality check?!
The witch pouted up at him, her lower lip stuck out as she flashed big pink eyes up at him. How could anyone ever argue with her that she wasn't perfect? Or that, worse than that, she was living an illusion with thinking such? That was a terrible thing to think and say!
"At least I do not traipse after people against their will and insult them as a means to win them to my favor." Perhaps it wasn't her best comeback, but it would have to do for the moment.

"Oh, n-no I meant--" But the witch paused. Even from a no good, scruffy looking scoundrel vampire like this boil, sparkly eyes were pretty darn adorable.
"Well, the sparkly eyes are pretty cute... You do not happen to do other cute things?" Because one could not be cute and hit on someone at the same time. Not in the same way Lou did it... Hopefully.

"Just because you admit to doing them does not negate them from still being terrible things." The witch pointed out with a flat look and a decided point of one finger at him.
If it were possible for the look to turn any flatter, it would have but since that seemed not really an option the witch's expression instead veered more toward an honest pout to see Lou look so happy. What could he possibly have tucked away up his sleeve that would ever be viewed as cute? There wasn't a cute thing about him, except maybe the way he dressed. That was pretty cute if you were into stripes.

But stripes were erased from Belladonna's mind when Lou morphed and changed, her pink eyes wide since morphing people was always a little strange. Whatever she had expected him to change into wasn't what she saw, which was kind of stupid on her part since she knew the boil was a vampire. And given she had once watched the memories of a ghoul who had been a vampire and could turn into a bat, the witch felt silly for all of two seconds.
Two seconds was about all it took until Lou squeaked and Belladonna let out the most adorable squeal.
"LOOK AT YOUUUUUUU! YOU'RE SO SO CUUUTEEEE!" The witch smiled genuinely, clasping her hands under her chin to sparkle up at him and then bounce in place because little baby bat oh Hecate so adorableeee