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Neo smiled. The question was quaint. Cute, if anything. The assassin knew fear, of course, and she knew when she was out of her element. But fear only ever came in the presence of an enemy or realistic doom. Fearing something intangible was stupid and Neo wasn't that. Assuming a cocky smirk, she replied to the question with a smug look.

Legs crossed one over another as heels dangled over open air. Neo balanced comfortably in the middle of a tall branch, her sight surveying the clearing and avoiding the smiling male beneath her. Hands rested lightly on the bark of the tree not so much from fear of falling but from the uncomfortable unfamiliarity of free hands. Her parasol was absent and so her hands held the tree with lack of anything better to do. Out of the whole of their predicament, Neo was bothered by her stolen weapon and the pale replacement they had given her.

"Oh, come on. When I said that I was craving ice cream, I didn't mean you." Beelzebub blabbered on, hands outstretched and grin still present. "Don't be so cold. I mean, it's in your nature but..."

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"Master, any longer in the sun and you'll melt." The teasing voice was accompanied by a playful motion meant to be a prodding finger against soft cheek but Neo coolly cocked her head and brushed him away with her gloved hand. With her heels digging into the sand and the sun beating down on her parasol-less self, Neo wasn't in the mood to play. Beelzebub followed after her, his longer strides easily matching two or three of her small ones. Hands slid into the front of his pockets, his easy grin bore no meanness for the one who had spoken not one word during their meeting. If not for the way she determinedly charged through the beach, he would have even offered to carry her. Glancing down at the marching lady, the stake's smile wavered as he chuckled. His master certainly was something. Ignoring the chuckling of the man behind her, Neo stormed through the remainder of the sandy beach. Once heels hit compacted soil, she slowed her pace to an eventual stop. Shade welcomed the two and the crashing of the waves made way to the sound of chattering animals. Arms crossed and Neo's gaze switched from similar colors to opposite schemes and back again. Giving her a servant to fight with and confiscating all she had, the island was certainly prepping her for a difficult time. How foolish of them.