She's too shocked to scream.

MArceline falls backwards into empty air and Bonibel just stares with empty eyed terror. It's a full ten seconds before she's able to catch herself and lunge forward to peer curiously over the railings edge. Expecting some shattered woman and brain matter. But whatever brutal image she's expecting isnt there. Instead Marceline is all in one piece. Landing in some disturbing crouch, bent over with a crook and arch of spine that's simply not natural. But she's alive, and conscious, and smug and the Princess feel a breath of relief release. Followed by a temper flaring like a stricken match.

"You! - You! - Imbecile!" She screeches. Losing her patience with the Vampire Queen. Marceline at first glance had been enigmatic, even charming. Now Bonibel couldnt help but think she was some unruly, mischevious, and rude imp of a woman. Smiling with glittering fangs and night in her eyes. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" She exclaims, sets a small palm over her heart as if to testify.

"Stroke," The dark haired woman reiterates from below. "Stroke you mean."

Bonnie pales, taking a moment to gather her wits before retorting, voice betraying irritation, ''Please tell me you did not hurl yourself over my balcony because you told a poor joke." She'd like to think this woman was not on some high horse - that they were equals in royalty and therefore inclined to certain traditions and behavior civility. But when Marceline's eyes narrow, and she does not argue her case. Bonnie knows she'd jumped to assumption.

"I was trying to impress you." The vampire says. Shrugging casually and looking thoughtful.

Bonnie, not knowing the fiend, takes the bait. ''Oh? Dont you thinkt here are other ways to gain my fav-?" But stops mid-sentence as the vampire flits like a movie reel. Once upon a time there, on the ground a story below - and all of a sudden right in her face. No frames between. Bonnie tries to recover from her shock, but notices she'd developed a stutter. ''F-favor?"

Marceline balance on her wrist for a moment, swinging over the edge like a gymist before sitting at the edge and lifting one foot to plant it up. Leaning forward with balanced ease to invade the Princess's personal space. "Do I make you nervous?" The girl says, but Bonnie recovers a bit faster then their previous tirade. Twirling stubbornly to show her back to Marceline.

"You are really arrogant." She states, matter of factly. She could almost hear Marceline smirk. "You know," The vampire starts, making some clicking noise with her teeth before blowing unabashedly at Bonnibel's exposed neck. "most people wouldnt dare to speak to me this way." It's a indirect hit, one that makes the princess both blanch and puff up with rage. She choose to act on rage rather fear (because she still does not know what this woman is before her, and as likely as she wants to forget her little stunt - she cannot.) and whirls to meet the Queen's gaze.

"What way?" She says red face with offense.

Marceline catches the drop in her voice and turns her eyes from the Princess's blue eyes to rest on her idignant lips. She makes a small movement - perhaps a clue to her own discomfort - before blowing another teasing whuff of hot air at the monarch's chin. Rising up dark eyes a second later to settle on vibrant blue. "Like I'm a child." She explains. With all the while her tone reiteration, as if we are equals.

"But.. But you cant be any older then eighteen. That's only a two year gap even." The candy kingdom monarch says, never breaking eye contact.

"Is that what your story book says?"

Bonnie falls silent. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Story book? What story book? Did Marceline know about her book of fairy tales? How? When? She's trapped in paranoia as Marceline leans backwards, turning smoothly to dangle her legs back over the bannisters edge. "Later Princess sugar," she says. Disappearing over the edge. And taking more than just the Princess's sense of security with her.