[She feels like he's... trying to look out for her, in his own brusque and blunt way. Something she had liked about him from the start was his straightforward way of speaking, even if she could tell even then that he was keeping a lot hidden. Not really a problem - everyone has secrets, and not always for bad reasons.

So she doesn't press that argument further, being sure enough that had he tried to exploit her she would have noticed (half a lifetime of such things makes one sensitive to them) but quite glad that she had noticed no such thing.

Vennessa takes a seat behind him and sets the brush down to gently loosen and pull all of his hair back over his shoulders first of all. She runs her fingers through it, pausing at a couple of small snags she finds, then picks up the brush. It's well-cared for, she thinks, and getting any knots at all out of it would be easy. Still, she's quite careful with it while she brushes it.]

Oh... [At first, the implications of what he says don't quite hit her. Then she pauses half way through drawing the brush down his hair and feels a hot flush scald her face.] Then she's the-- ... the Electro Archon.

[This is neither the time or place to detail what Vennessa may or may not have got up to with the woman so she forces her voice to stay level. For a moment, her free hand comes up to Scaramouche's shoulder and she gives it a soft squeeze.]

I know you don't want any pity, but I'm still sorry that happened to you. No one deserves to be discarded.