Ankyra Sound he's no charmer

Rosalyn was truly a fickle creature, with whims that changed with an almost predictable spontaneity.  A day ago she'd been intent on her restrictions, but boredom and quite frankly uncertainty of where she stood in their new group made this less clear.  Vlad wasnt a creature she could read well just yet and survival was her first course. She played the game as she went.

His acceptance of her terms brought the conversation back into her wheelhouse. Cleverness and conniving were two things she generally wasn't great at but negotiating was different. Her lips curled with a satisfied smile as her eyes lit up. "Deal. Alrighty then, tell you what. I want you to impress me. Take me with you if you go to find more recruits... I assume that you might?" She cocked a questioning look, grinning. "I'd like to see more of that charm at work. Impress me, and get your kees."