"Keep dreaming, because that's all you're going to get on that account. You weren't allowed to touch my ass before, you're sure as fuck not getting the chance now."
A low growl warned the Sin from veering too close as he began to move, edging Ashley a little closer to her breaking point as she was forced to realize once more where exactly she stood at this moment.
"Who's responsible? Take a good long look in the mirror, shithead. By getting involved with you and your bitchmaster, she's turned her attention to me instead, and she's dragged in the Leviathan. My jaunts downstairs are when I feel like it, or when Satan himself orders it. I'm not giving those psychotic bitches the satisfaction of coming out on top, so I did what was necessary. I made myself untraceable, unrecognizable. I hid away where no one would think to look, and it worked perfectly. But now our Lord has returned, things have changed once more, and then some...complications came to light."
Shifting her weight from one dainty foot to another, with a sharp jaunt of a hip even as her arms came to fold across her chest in sheer stubbornness, Ashley continue to glower at the circling Sin. Images of nonsensical violence kept her from reaching out, but only just barely.