( she pauses, considers, and then purses her lips, saying without saying that she can accept that logic. why should satan be a goat man with cloven feet when a beautiful lure is so much more effective? you get more bees with honey than vinegar, and all that.

she skirts behind the bar and fishes out what she wants with intent, rather aggressive movements. there's far more thuds involved than need to be. )

Spoon talk is always complicated, ( Carmilla agrees wryly. no, she can imagine there's more involved that involved that kind of ire, but she still has the glowy static of contentment flitting through her from the comfortable afterglow of that moment. while it ended ugly, there was at least a little good to look back on. )

Did you make all these invasive pebbles fall from the sky? Because if that's the case, maybe. Otherwise, not worth the effort. ( not to say she isn't annoyed enough to take it out on someone that doesn't deserve it, but she's been crushing opals with a hammer for most of her day, she isn't really feeling clocking somebody on top of it. )