"Order that again, and I'll kill you."

Milady crosses her arms and leans back in the chair with elegant posture, the gaze in her eyes murderous as she stares you down.

Everyone knew Milady's past, and her relationship with Iron Mask. Well, the real one. Paul. Her work as a Summoner. She's come to like the finer things in life for the most part, which is fine in and of itself. But she did not like that ramen you ordered.

"A meal that foul doesn't even deserve to be considered food. You actually eat this slop? Daily?"

She sighs, and shakes her head in disbelief. Her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, as she comes to terms with this possibility. One she believed was almost as low as death. Though, she wasn't that scared of that either.

"I'd rather die than have to eat this shit everyday. Almost makes me want to go back with to the Phantom Society. Without Paul."

She scoffs and looks elsewhere, her pink eyes glaring into the wall with pensive look. Though, you see a hint of relief play on her lips, as if she's relieved that she didn't have to be with him. Not anymore.

"Almost."