fisty cuffs

She wasn't left waiting long before a darker man with hints of violet approached. Her head tilted slightly as a smile worked it's way on to her face. A man of equal height with slightly more brawn was more than a worthy adversary. And based on what she could tell already, he wasn't weighed down but the stench of another pack. Maybe she could bring him home? Insomnia could certainly use some more muscle.

She giggled a bit when he called her lovely, well aware of the near-mockery in his voice. "You flatter me," she purred in a similar tone with a wink, though followed it with a faux yawn. "I'm tired of always going first. A lady should, of course, but I want something entertaining this round," she said, sounding rather bored.

"Speech!"