Ange listened to Vanity. It all sounded strange, the more he thought about it. She believed that if she told him why she was there, he would fear her? Ange was pretty brave, at least, he thought he was. There wasn't much that could scare, Ange, especially living with the crazy parents he had.

Ange smirked. "That's the quickest way?" He knew better than to snarl at her suggestion, after all, she was helping him. He shrugged the thought off. No point in starting an argument with her, not yet, anyway. "Alright. If it's so quick and easy, what's been stopping you from escaping? You seem to have been here a while." He pointed out.

Ange was curious about Vanity. She didn't seem like the other girls he'd met in the past. They were all weak, fragile things that always seemed to break and cry whenever he'd fly off the handle at them. Vanity seemed to have more of a backbone than that. At least, that was how she seemed... He began to wonder if he'd ever get the chance to test out how true that assumption was.