Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Her smile broadened. Wow, she really was more amusing then she thought. If she hadn't said what she just said then Envy would have probably jumped at the chance to rip her head off. But what she had just said caused her to fall to the ground in a fit of laughter instead. "Bwahahaha!!! Oh lord! So you sit around talking to plants?! Wow that just made my day! You're good at making someone laugh. Though sad to say i'm laughing at you, not with you." She had to take a moment to gather herself, the woman who seemed to be taking enjoyment in being bashed was...really quite something else. Envy couldn't quite put her paw in it, but maybe she was some sort of psychotic masochist. "Bitch please, it's obvious you're a slave. Who in their right mind would sacrifice their beauty for some little rats?! Not me. Looks like you got the blunt end of the ugly stick." She giggled again, amber gaze locked on Ylva's as she noted the angry gaze.

So, she was getting under her skin was she? Well that amused her even more. She stalked closer to the black witch, her gaze calm and rather cynical look as she stopped barely a foot from her. "Oh, so you're proud of being labeled as psychotic. No wonder you're messed up in the head, you sit around talking to herbs...that should have been an obvious sign." She tsked several times as her head slowly shook, though...it was mock empathy after all. If it wasn't obvious enough.