Of course he's not scared of werewolves. He doesn't even seem to spare them a thought, and she likes it that he doesn't. She barely did when she came out here, and while she's heard a few questionable noises, she's not so sure she believes in werewolves. She's never seen one.
And the way she sees it, if they're real and one is interested in going after you, it'd probably find a way no matter where you are. Dangerous things tend to do that.
She's armed -- as usual -- and not too far from the door, but the idea of werewolves just doesn't frighten her.
With a sip of the champagne followed by a tilt of her head that could almost be taken of a calculated invitation, she smiles at Gren again.
It's reflex.
"You know, Mister Saxophone," she tells him, letting her cigarette fall from between her fingers and then crushing it with the toe of her boot, "lines like that sound much better coming from you than most guys."
There was a little space put between them when he opened the champagne and poured it, and her half-step toward him isn't the least bit accidental.
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Date: 2007-10-28 04:11 am (UTC)And the way she sees it, if they're real and one is interested in going after you, it'd probably find a way no matter where you are. Dangerous things tend to do that.
She's armed -- as usual -- and not too far from the door, but the idea of werewolves just doesn't frighten her.
With a sip of the champagne followed by a tilt of her head that could almost be taken of a calculated invitation, she smiles at Gren again.
It's reflex.
"You know, Mister Saxophone," she tells him, letting her cigarette fall from between her fingers and then crushing it with the toe of her boot, "lines like that sound much better coming from you than most guys."
There was a little space put between them when he opened the champagne and poured it, and her half-step toward him isn't the least bit accidental.