That's All I've Been Doing

Dante's face turned red, his jaw clenched, and his eyes widened threateningly. His fists were tightly balled at his sides, and Evangeline felt the heat radiating off him.

"You--"

He raised his hand to hit her again, but Evangeline laughed arrogantly, catching him off guard with her defiant reaction. 

"Go ahead!" She continued laughing. "Hit me! Let's see if you can weasel your way out of things when your Mom sees me coming out of the restroom with a swelling face.

"Since she saw you following after me, she could probably put two and two together, couldn't she?"

"Daaaaamn," Death commented, so impressed that he bent backward.

"You really like pushing my buttons," Dante's voice dripped with anger as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Oh, Dante," She cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You can verbally abuse me all you want--"

"Abuse?" Dante repeated. "I'm not abusing you--"

"Yes, you are." Death hummed.