The witch remained almost clearly ignorant of the Beast. Forgoing any interest in his silent pleading, so that she could watch the young woman's expression very carefully. When the girl spoke, her words drove the witch's eyebrows into high, dark arches of amused surprise.
I don't know any monsters. How endearing. The witch broke down in a brief fit of laughter; the laugh was very much Vaughn's, sweet as a sugarcube, sharp as a knife. For a moment, she strongly considered walking up to the young woman for a closer examination. But even she wasn't carelessly vain enough to step so near her Beast's claws.
"Tell me, maiden. What could he have possibly done to warrant such loyalty from you?"