It's okay if you don't like me; not everyone has good taste

The roaming eyes of others only fanned her desire to flaunt her curves more, to exude her personality and her... hobbies. But in this situation, with such sharp objects close by, Rae decided perhaps this wasn't the most... romantic of scenes. A devilish grin would grace her lips as she perked a brow at his behavior. "Yes but death is not the worse thing that can happen, is it? Life can be so... cruel when it wants to." She would sigh, turning her attention to a nearby thorn. Raelyn would twirl the sharp edges along her paw, feeling no closer to pain or death that she didn't already experience. At the sound of his name, a delicious Hannibal Iber Klein, and the woman nearly purred at it's tune. "Strong name for a dashing male. Tell me, Hannibal Klein, is Ashen the name of your... pack?" She would inquire with a small tilt to her head, looking over the battle scars that littered his frame and humming to herself.

As the male spoke about his.. satisfatory in his life, Raelyn all but sighed. So despite all his beauty and his brains... he was still trapped like all the others... how disappointing. The snowflake would not miss the way he implied to her habits, making her snicker softly. It was as if a pup was talking about making for the first time. It was adorable. "Shame... but perhaps for the best. I wouldn't want to intrude.." in an already occupied bed. She wanted to add but quickly held her tongue. Best not to jump to conclusions, it was distasteful at best. When asked about her previous duties back home, Raelyn all but smiled at the fond memories. "I was an apprentice of sorts, still learning my trade." Though the details of her trade could be left to hang on her lips, floating in the air between them. She would mimic his motion, taking a seat with her tail laying lazily across her paws.

"I was a high born, well-bred female. My talents laid in my education, but I was not so.. dreadful, though it may sound that way." She would chuckle, shaking her head softly at the memories that danced in her head. Suddenly her eyes would flicker up, peaking out beneath thick lashes and fluttering with every slow blink. "I knew the secrets to having great fun, as I'm sure a male of your stature is aware of." She mused, a flirtatious smile upon her lips. Suddenly curious to this Klein's value, the woman would then turn the conversation back on the male, a curious twinkle in her eye. "What about you, Hannibal? What do you do?"