He tries to feign offense in the way he looks at her.
❝ A double killer twist? That'd be so tacky. ❞ he clucks his tongue. ❝ I do love a good Hunter Becomes Hunted plot, though. ❞ his arms cross comfortably over his chest as he sinks deeper into the couch.
❝ And what kind of duo would we be, hm? Probably something not too far off from the original Ghostfaces, I'd assume. The clashing aesthetic besties. ❞
In light of Clark's mock offence, Meg's nose wrinkles, playfully, as she laughs. Who would've thought that she'd get to know such comfort in her long, twisted life? Curled up on a couch, discussing horror tropes with a person she would quite literally follow anywhere, do anything for. "See? You act like you'd hate it, but you know you'd live for that reveal as much as I would." She teases, blowing a strand of hair off of her face.
The demon lights up, too, as she imagines herself and her companion as Billy and Stu. "Clashing aesthetic besties with a relationship so close that everyone wonders what's going on there... oh, and they're murderous ride or dies. Yeah, that sounds about accurate to me, sugar."