[She was side-eyeing a little.] I get the general idea of it, yeah. It's like we're supposed to feed off of our mutual disgust for each other. Kind of like it's an extended argument, punctuated by slamming him against the nearest wall and rutting him senseless.

[she remembered Dusk a little and blushed.]

I think I can probably wing it, but you wouldn't happened to have heard any ideas on what he's going to expect, would you? There's a lot the same between them and my hell, despite what they think, but they still confuse me a lot.