Vetta's steps faltered. Silence descended.

Then, she turned and faced him.

The venom on her face DID make him cringe this time around.

"You despicable sneaky monster." She hissed, "it's always about threats is that it? Always threats. Blackmail. Always."

He shrugged, unperturbed. "It does the work better than anything else. Mostly because you know that I am a man of my words."

"While other men's words are gold, your own word ...