Love me tender

She wasn't completely taken with his stressing the details, nor did she see much of a difference between what he corrected and she'd said initially.  But she let it go airily.  Her brow lifted when he stepped forward in counter of her slight retreat, and her tail swayed with mild intrigue.  "Y'know, your breath is no picnic.  Didn't your mother teach you how to treat a lady?"

A sardonic smirk graced her own lips at this - the idea of his mom sitting little shark-tooth down to teach him manners was almost as amusing as the one of her being termed a 'lady'.  The shit that left her mouth was astounding.  She didn't move back again, though, taking the opportunity to inspect his teeth.  "Those are some bleeders you have there.  Don't suppose you are much good at using them?"  A slight rise entered her tone, the edge of interest impossible to hide.  No ulterior motives here.  Nope.  None.  Right.