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The reaper smirked. “Oh, but you’ll always miss my fiery and passionate nature. It’s something that you could never fully imitate.” He gave an evil laugh. “As for the rest of that malarkey, I do believe you are soundly mistaken. No do be a dear and sit yourself down, darling. Before you find yourself in over your head.”  

Her smile curls, cherry painted lips pulling back with a glimpse of pointed incisors. “Why would I desire to imitate such a drab creature?” The demon inquires, canting her head to the side with a coy flutter of heavy lashes. “Sit down? Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. Did I jab a nerve?” Anne remarked with a mocking croon, a hand lifting to pat upon the reaper’s shoulder.