Crashing fancy banquets isn’t really your idea of a hunt, but when a supernatural artifact is on the line, and you don’t want Bela getting her claws on it—it becomes one. Working with Bela wasn’t the plan but it was that or working against her. A classy thief who has expertise in this area that you could only dream of. The ‘with’ was purely transactional.

You have your duffel bag splayed out before you, you’re cramming silver bullet cases and salt bags into the pockets when the door swings open. Bela has returned with fanciful fabrics draped over her arms. She turns her nose up at your practical duffel bag. “I hope you weren’t planning on bringing that ratty thing in there.” She scoffs. One, rude and two, better safe than sorry.

“You’re not wearing that either.” Her heels click as she approaches the bed to carefully lay out the garments she got for the two of you. “Go.” She says gesticulating to the bathroom door. “Change.” She says sharply when you stand there looking like a troglodyte that can hardly understand single syllable commands.

While you’re gone, she elegantly changes into a figure fitting dress that cinched her waist. Elegantly stolen too. She clips her glimmering jewelry into place, her hair already perfect, she straightens up and is set to go. She looks up when the door opens.

You walk out, feeling stuffy and out of sorts in such extravagant clothing. ”Go on. Say it. I look ridiculous.” You already know she’s on a streak for criticizing you, from the duffel bag to the previous outfit. To your surprise you watch her eyes widen and a pleasant smile appear.

’Ridiculous’? She thinks to herself, this is the best you’ve ever looked. For a neanderthalic hunter, you don’t look half bad all cleaned up. The outfit brings out your eyes, not to mention it makes you look classy.

“Not the word I’d use.” She says and her tongue pokes the inside of her cheek to refrain from finishing the thought.