Wrong Stripes

The stranger turns to regard her, Calliope responding with a gentle raise of a brow. His devilish features are nothing to balk at, her expression remaining firm and rather unamused. "Did I stutter?" She retorts back, ears flicking backward a moment before pressing forward again. Was he just playing with her? The way he showed his razor sharp teeth, posturing his own demeanor in a more casual way as if to say he could be a threat if he wanted to be... Hm, that only made it more interesting for the girl. How far could she push his buttons before getting into trouble?

"A gift?" Calliope questions in return. That sort of thing had never been offered to her before. Affection? Flirting? Being suave to get one's way? It simply wasn't her thing and apparently not many other's either. Even so, she's intrigued, unable to help herself from stepping forward. "And what would this gift be?" She questions again, head canting to the side for a moment as her pastel gaze lingers on him and only him. Calliope wasn't stupid enough to let her eyes leave the monster standing before her.

"Speech"