“Wrong. Those who are in my service are given all they wish for and more. I would never cheapen the sacrifice of giving one’s soul to me by pretending to have talents that I truly do not.
I am many evil things. But I am a good lover.”
The damning words, “Prove it,” slip out of her mouth before she can really stop them. So she tosses her hair back and adds boldly, “You’re a liar, Pyrite. I’ve never heard a truth come out of your mouth.”
He arched a brow at her. “What makes you think I feel the need to prove anything to you? Particularly after you were so quick to judge me.”
“See, that’s exactly what I mean. You’re /so/ sure of yourself, but you don’t provide any proof. I nicknamed you Fool’s Gold for a reason, you know. /I/ think you won’t take the dare because you can’t. You know you’d fail, and you just can’t bear for some /girl/ to be proven right about you. Especially about something so very easy, after all. All you’re really good at is words.”