The witch is back!

When Vincent heard no more shuffling of clothes, he turned only to hear Eve shriek, "Don't turn yet!" 

"For Heaven's sake, woman, stop shouting. And you are already wearing your clothes," said Vincent before turning around. "Not like I am interested in it."

Eve stuffed her previously used clothes into her little bag along with the wet towel and the little container. She sent him a small glare while her cheeks were set aflame in embarrassment, 

"You should go first," said Eve, her voice shaky as she was shivering due to the wind that blew across where they stood. But then she asked, "How much of Lady Annalise's words holds to be of value and true?"

"Lesser than a grain of salt. My butler mentioned catching you and my step mother in the inner parts of the mansion. Little red riding hood lost her way in the mansion?" Vincent's hazel eyes stared at her in curiosity as if he was already on her. "Did she invite you for tea?" He asked her sarcastically.