"Yeah, and sell my soul to the devil? I think not. I wont sell out my friends." Even if Q and Caroline weren't actually her friends, he didn't know that. Couldn't know that.
"I'd rather stink, thank you. It'll make the hot shower that much more refreshing after I see you get a mudhole stomped in your ass." Her tone was as sugary sweet as she could make it. Pressing that delicate southern accent as far as she could.