There was little thought between her mind and hand. The mug flew from her hand with an unimaginable speed and unerring aim. Directly at him. Her face had contorted into a snarl. "Funny enough, this witch would rather be damned to be alone, than spend years in hell with you." She came forward, eyes narrowed like a cat's, the color of a wicked storm brewing.

"You don't **** believe me? You don't **** trust me? Then you don't deserve me, bastard! I should have known. Mortal without a lick of intelligence. May you know what you've lost. I'll let Kaito know his son is a faithless fool." She spat at him, tongue moving toward viperous.