The way that Luna stares up at him is quite similar to none of his victims. She seems bored and almost as though he's taking up too much of her valuable time. She's a woman with a mission and she's just been detained by the milkman. This makes him want her even more. Her dirty blond hair being stained with something other than dye. Her eyes no longer holding the boredom that the sight of him brings forth, like he's just another milkman. He wants to see her eyes light up in fear - something he's always longed to inspire in others. Fear of himself, fear of his face, fear of the simple thought of his name.

"You know, Tom, I don't believe that you've got the right girl here." Her lilting voice and bright eyes show nothing of what he wants, not only that but she dares to speak his true name. An insult in itself. It angers him to the point of almost slipping up. He almost loses that cool, evil demeanor that he is oh-so well known for.

"Oh really, and why would you think that?" He likes the chase, playing with his victim, but when the victim turns out to be one of the most annoying little twits since that baby who broke him he is more ready for blood than pretty pearls of speech.

"Well first of all I'm really just an ordinary witch. I stand with my friends to protect them - and they with me." She smiled briefly at the thought before continuing. "Secondly, Nargles don't really take kindly to those torturing the people they play tricks on."