Timing, in comedy, is the key to everything.

Such is the fact, that Yekaterina's words on the inevitable spectacle that is and is always the Danse Macabre gets punctuated perfectly by none other than the Prince himself!

The Daeva laughs!

Fortunately for her, it is not the sort of laugh that got Korvin Angustri reduced to ashes. She is not laughing at @Asa Clarke, by any stretch. But laughing, at the foolish bravado of the bastard that His Majesty just spelled doom for. Laughing, at his fate.

Cocky, swaggering Incubi had never impressed her. And they never will. Too reminiscent of men she has spent her Requiem-- no, existence-- killing. Here is the perfect opportunity to further that goal, and she without a decent blade!

The laugh has already died. It was a small thing anyway. Two sharp notes; the second more pronounced than the first. Though her effectiveness will be extremely limited, she will try anyway.

Thank you for the conversation!