Ankyra Sound he's no charmer

She'd indeed been nosing about in the sands, her attempt at laziness.  Experience had taught her that sometimes tasty leavings could be found with little effort, crabs or clams much easier to obtain than quicker fish or land-based kills.  Her patience wasn't great, however, and so far her search was proving fruitless.  

At his call, she looked up and over, a touch of amusement lighting in her expression at the nickname.  She appreciated the male for his high humor and open nature - conniving didn't sit well with her (unless she was the one doing it, but her skills in such were less than optimal).  Brazen openness was more her nature as well, except when rubbed wrong.  Caiaphas she was a bit more close-lipped around, but she didn't trust the sea witch as far as she could throw her.  And despite Caiaphas' wraithlike stature, Roz was sure she wouldn't manage much in that respect.

She laughed openly at his suggestion, immediately knowing the answer.  She wanted the man, but not like that.  She wanted his loyalty, his confidences... and that could ruin everything.  Different expectations were made at times and she wasn't willing to make that risk.  

In other words, she never played with packmates.

"Your queen not giving the goods?" She asked, brows giving a suggestive waggle and her grin widening.  "Come begging for a lower sort of entertainment from the common crew?". In the back of her mind, she wondered if he would force the issue.  It'd been a while since she'd had to make that point clear.