Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach

Sarcasm on any other tongue in her direction would have been met with a fierce reminder of why she should be treated with respect, but the male seemed unable to help his tone, and Lurid would give him a pass. Instead, a slightly menacing smile was given to him, showing the male she was entertained, but dangerous. "Does the moon not hang in the darkened sky? Was she not born in darkness?" She gave the question as rhetoric as she passed by, not truly expecting a response but leaving it open for one. There was no hardly a moment between her moving down the tunnels and him following, the decision pleasing to the demonic witch. She said nothing for a long while, simply leading him further into the catacombs. She didn't overlook how close he stayed either, and would only admit to herself that the sensation was thrilling. There was almost a silent threat in the way he sauntered behind her, one that brought a hidden smile to the hellish woman's face. Holographic eyes had caught the bright splashes of crimson that stained his lighter undercarriage, the injury location was easily deduced by the moonlight goddess. It was part of the reason she took her current course of action. She wanted the jester male to dream of her after this encounter. Lurid wanted to become the sole thought that occupied every waking and subconscious moment, the dark woman wanted him to crave after her.

Acutely aware of his proximity to her, Lurid could swear she felt his breath on the crystalline hairs of her rump. Then came his admission, so easily the Joker showed his hand, and the ghost felt another wicked grin spread gossamer lips to reveal deadly pearly whites. "I thought you were already aching." She let him know how aware of him she was by pointing out that she had, in fact, noticed him. Silently, she quickened her pace in the dark, flicking her tail with a flourish as it rose to its natural position over her hips. With any luck, the male would catch that she was pulling ahead and also speed up to keep pace. Her small game of chase would be brief, before she suddenly slowed her pace enough to almost consider it a full stop, curling her luxurious tail to her left. Keeping enough momentum to brace herself for what would be an inevitable collision from his chest to her rump, it was so smooth it could be counted as an accident. The coy way she peered over her shoulder in the darkness at Kefka would immediately tell him otherwise. If she was successful in her collision attempt, the male would be wearing her own signature perfume and with a small bubble of laughter from the witch as she continued to walk. "Am I corporeal to you now?" She asked with the same sarcasm in her tone he often gave.