Satana acknowledged Wanda from the corner of her eye before an intrigued smirk broke the bored expression fixed on her face. Tormenting people wasn't much fun when it was easy, and her only targets for that day were awkward, pimple-faced, Wiccan wannabes. She had standards. But even plotting her revenge against her petty father for banishing her to Earth hadn't been enough to drag her out of the ennui she found herself drowning in. Daimon really needed to get this shop some godsdamned WiFi--but a game of Marry, Fuck, Kill with the pretty Scarlet Witch would do. Satana moved closer, gliding her fingers along the glass before she hopped up on the surface beside Wanda, and crossed one long leg over the other. She flipped her hair back and raised her ruby stare up to the ceiling.
"Well, let's see. Marry Bruce Banner. Of course. All that chaos in one person, mm." Her eyes lit up at the thought. "That's the kind of damage I wouldn't mind spending my life with. I'd fuck Reed Richards..." she shrugged, "for obvious reasons, but it doesn't hurt that he's a total fox. Pym goes--there isn't a Hank I've met yet whose soul didn't deserve devouring," she winked, wearing an arch grin as she leaned in. "A man who shrinks for fun isn't much of a novelty, anyway, if you know the right spell to cast."