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Frankie was getting more and more irritated the more that Vixen spoke. It was always like this when they were around each other, and had been for as long as they had known each other. Eventually, if they were not sufficiently distracted, it was likely to get physical. Despite this, Frankie still found pleasure in antagonizing Vixen. She felt she could handle it while Vixen was mocking her, but when she spoke to Lulu, Frankie was about ready to pounce and rip the insolent woman's throat out. However, none of this showed through her blank, bored expression. A second later, she decided to keep her cool and shot Luella a look telling her to do the same.

"Wow, Vixie. You aren't jealous, are you?" she said in an incredulous tone. This tone was one that would make a denial only confirm it, a confirmation would make one seem childish, and silence would make one seem doubly guilty. She usually used this tone when getting information. It would fluster even the most silver tongued, and, while their guard was down as their mind tried to figure out a solution that wouldn't make them seem guilty, she would ask for the information she needed. Nine out of ten times, they would answer quickly, glad to change the subject. She would be gone before they realized they had given away what they never wanted to give away. In this instance, however, Frankie just wanted to see her flustered or just make her look bad in front of the others in the room. Either would sufficiently please her.