"Oh, cool. Well, that means you won't be commanding Envy or Lust, then." Not going to comment here about North having any kind of command over *her* lust, because she's trying to figure out this friendship/relationship thing. "Purple is a good color."

She falls silent for a moment, brows drawing together as they often do when she is attempting to remember. "I might have had purple hair for a while."

But anyway, her platoon. "If any of them washed out at this point, I will be seriously fucking disappointed in them. I run ththemen hard."