[The shadow giggles. Oh dear, has he always been this slow or what? He definitely should have caught on that she will not take "no" as an answer. So despite his resistance, she keeps pushing herself on him, grabbing and clinging on him.

But what he says next makes her halt a bit, expression freezing still on her painted face. But the moment is short lived and the corners of her lips curl up again, forming a more impish grin. There's something very ominious about it.]

Hah! That is rich. Now tell me, dear. Just to what I'm reducing this body to? What is there left on the bottom for this unsightly mockery of a woman? [She speaks out each word with a simply delightful voice, cocking her head to the side.] A pimple that broke out on Mr. America's clean and perfect face. But you can help it. Put a some make up on it and pretend. Just like before, remember?