Whatever smile she had left vanished. Here she'd been thinking she'd gotten away with something, but once again, when she'd made a deal, the other had gotten the advantage. Anger bubbled in her chest... she was nobody's puppet. If he thought she was going to play by his rules for long, his real card should have been the joker.

She walked in the opposite direction, growling quietly. The last purple-clad man who had called her pretty hadn't changed her lifestyle, so this one certainly wasn't going to. And the former was much more handsome, to boot.

The growling eventually turned into a hum of the Darkwing Duck theme song. For some reason.