WOLFJAW.

          Amusement momentarily stills on her pallid features, where brilliant eyes poured into the shadowed hues of the other. Taking a minute’s consideration, smoke-cut lungs pull for another nicotine fix from her cigarette-laced digits. Ah, but to SPAR with a WEREWOLF? Split brows faintly quirk with intrigue.  ’  Wouldn’t be the first,  ’  reminded a twisted conscience,  ‘  ——— and certainly won’t be the last. ’  Fire is held within the glacial core of her chest  (  yes, let it warm what AFFECTION seem to cannot.  )  Roseanna’s head dips back to make room for the column of gray she sends vertical, temporarily baring her neck and all of its cicatrices to Durren. Almost like a wordless challenge to greet her own.

“  Me, turn down somethin’ so perilous? I’m disappointed, pup. ”  Her smoldering cylinder is retrieved whilst she straightens her head and casts her stare over to the wolf. Look at that goddamned face. Not a single concern written over that battle-scarred countenance.  “  I figured y’ knew me better than that by now.  ”

     She’d just lit her cigarette, she thinks with something of a disheartened realization, knowing full well that if the two are to have things pan out, she’ll have to discard it. She snubs the end against the wall of the building, pushes it back into the pack with the three she has left. “Thought I’d give you the benefit of the doubt,” she replies easily, amusement curling her mouth to one side. “Y’know, for the sake of being polite and shit like that.” She pushes from the wall as easily as she’d leaned against it, cracking her knuckles by curve of her thumb, scarred brow arching.