"Hello, pot. I'm kettle," Pride cooed in return. "So rich of a whore-excuse me, courtesan to call anyone easy."
Pride's answering grin was all pointed teeth and ice. "You can try," she said lightly. "But the thing about being...well, me, is that my opponents tend to get put down. Swiftly and harshly." Her contemptuous gaze flicked over Lust. "It wouldn't even be a challenge."