As Lucy told her that he would call her Brian, she frowned deeply, wondering why he chose such a name for her when there was a vast array of prettier names. Rolling her eyes, the vampyress shook her head lightly, an action that could be interpreted as saying, ‘Whatever.’ She barely teased people, so this was definitely not her normal behavior. It was especially strange since she was acting this way towards someone she had just served a rabbit punch to. It was pretty funny how the universe worked. While she was wondering how this man could forgive her so easily, he removed his mask, revealing his bare skull that was concealed this whole time. She gazed into the hollowness where his eyes would have been, slightly confused, but understanding fully that he was a lich, an undead being just like herself.
Though she was unsure of how one became a lich, she was quite certain that death was an inevitable part of the process, so they were alike in that aspect. “You should probably put that back on,” she laughed, then added, “Just kidding,” in case she hurt his feelings. She couldn’t hide the cheeky grin after saying that, so hopefully Lucy wasn’t offended by that. After he snorted the powder, she brushed her nostrils over the back of her palm, inhaling at the same time, just in case there was any of the substance left clinging to her skin. She wasn’t going to let any amount of it go to waste since she paid for it. Afterwards she turned towards her new friend, amused at how the flames in his eyes flared up. Curious to know if the drug was going to work at all since he was a lich, the vampyress watched him, occasionally shooting the shadow creature a look, although she forgot about its existence most of the time.
As the drug started to take effect, Joan felt like it wasn’t enough. Of course, this was nothing new, but she wasn’t going to just leave Lucy here while she went hunting for more. She gave the shadow creature one more look before saying, “Hey Lucy. You got any plans later?” She paused to see if he was going to act any different after taking the drug. “Cause if you don’t,” she continued. “You—” she poked his chest with her finger, “—and I,” pointing to herself, “should go have some more fun!” Giggling in an excited manner, she waited for his response with an almost disturbing smile. What she said could have been interpreted differently, but the vampyress wasn’t aware of that in this state. First, she had to make sure that he was in a condition to follow her, if he wanted to, that is.