The woman's response did not enrage the witch or send her into a fit. Even if there was a rattle of disturbance in the back alley of her mind, Vaughn hissed at this breach of her territory, the witch did not recognize it as jealousy. Where Vaughn was overflowing with the chaos of fifty new emotions that had yet to even be defined through modern language, the witch was empty. More than empty, she was a chasm of such severe nothingness that, like a blackhole, it might just destroy them all.
"Interesting," she mused. Her pale eyes skirted back to the Beast, although the smile she gave him was on the opposite side of the fence from anything remotely friendly. "I would not have thought that monsters had very many guests."