Mab cackled - earnestly cackled - but that had always been her way. She had lived that black widow, wicked witch life for so long that she didn't know much else. "You couldn't distract me with a basic bitch open shirt if you took off your pants and did the helicopter alongside it." Of course, she was distractable and he knew how but that had been a long time ago and he wasn't taking the bait. Such was life.
"That's reserved for a cute little ghoul I know," daintily, she crossed her legs though that did put one heel at just the right height to press if she changed her mind. She thought about the sports car for a moment before muttering, "That would be so terribly slow for you..." Well, it was what it was. "And there's a murder investigation already. Trouble sure seems to follow you." That trouble used to be her. Now it was something else entirely.