"Like an apple," she murmured. Chuckling a little at how fast he'd taken off his shoes, Candy sighed, sitting up a little bit to lightly rub at his makeup. She could see skin through it, and her fingers lightly traced at the pink flesh, wishing that there really was a man behind there she could reach. She knew better after all; he'd been chasing her long enough where she knew that he'd piss on any offers of redemption. He'd rather fall and take everyone with him - possibly for revenge, but mostly for fun.
At least Christopher Carrion had had a reason.
"You remind me so much of him," Boa murmured. Candy let her speak, shifting her hips a little.