[B]Gratia Mindaro[/B]

Gratia plucked the dossier from Marissa's hands, her cold, onyx eyes never leaving the figures of the two Dodici Cosca members before her. It appeared that the insects had some use to her, after all. Nuit had informed her of the woman's involvement in bringing Vignoble down upon the organisation, but Sonny Dodici himself ... that truly was a surprise. The disgusting and bestial scion of the same criminal family that she would soon exterminate from the face of Remnant ... a cowardly traitor. Backstabbing his own blood in order to ensure the safety of her teammate.

She didn't know whether to be repulsed or amused.

He was no obstacle to her desire, but he was still utter scum. Scum that she would, if he [i]dared[/i] to do her wrong, enjoy letting loose her wrath upon. Fighting him ... him and his immense strength ... it would be [i][b]QuItE fuN[/b][/i].

"[color=66cd00]How [b]unScATheD[/b] do you want?[/color]" The huntress' voice seemed to crackle with danger despite her dispassioned tones, elongated canines glinting in the dull light with every motion of her mouth. "[color=66cd00]What ... how many hands did you lay upon her? HOW [b]dID yOu[/b] [i][b]T̠̲̖ͨ̓̓͟O͓᷂̓ͦ᷇̓͟u̢̓̈̓ͮ̕͟c̶̻̓̓ͨ͘͟Ḫ̰᷊̠̫̓̓̋̍̃̓͐̓͟͟ H͉̗̮̓ͪ̓͟e̴͕̓᷆̓͜͟r̖̘̘̓ͧ̓͗̓ͧ̓͗͟͟?![/b][/i][/color]"

She dared Sonny to answer wrong.

To stare into the ice of her dark, unhinged eyes and tell her what she wanted to hear.