Wanda pursed her lips. "The trail runs cold at his most recent homicide." she spoke simply, gently lifting herself out of his throne and passing him by. She threw her cape over her shoulders, wrapping it around her upper body like a shawl and strutted over, her hips swaying graciously as she walked over to the fireplace where she entertained herself by magically shifting the embers. The flames reflected dangerously in her icy blue eyes.
"What do I desire other than revenge, Victor? ...Nothing." Wanda said with a smirk, looking over at Doom. She laughed. "You truly have no power over me but don't be offended. No body does. I want ...nothing, I can loose ...nothing." Turn turned away from him and stared back into the fire, the smile wiping from her face. "Just like my late husband."