His strangled { and mirthless } chortle in response to her self-assessment causes the vaguest sensation of defiance to pulse through her interior; the phantom deity is nothing to scoff at --- she is refined, potent, and a ROSE among negligent thorns. Despite the flare of vexation that ignites within the chasms of her pestilent mind, her countenance retains its indifferent guise as her abstract gaze lingers upon the molten depths of his own eyes, curiously. He is oblivious to her compliment?s purpose, and a sigh touches frayed lips as the wraith reclines upon her haunches, chest inflated with palpable confidence and a trace of fearlessness within the looming presence of a behemoth. ?You seem capable of annihilating those who dare oppose you,? the paladin clarifies, shoulders rolling faintly in a shrug.
As his next words surface, reverberating off of the narrow walls of their confines, the wraith exerts an exasperated snort in response to the moniker he bestows upon her ----- imp. Skull elevates to its maximum apex as if to disprove his claims, though it is a sly maneuver she attempts not to draw too much attention to while her posture straightens and spine stretches accordingly. ?Joker? You aren?t very funny,? she sneers, metallic and violet eyes narrowing with wry contempt. As he reiterates her question, stroking her ego in the process { perhaps he, too, had an eye for deciphering the competent from the subservient }, a wicked smirk chisels her marred facial features. ?Artemis --- Artemis Elysius,? she informs, pride evidently lacing her tones.
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