Swiftcurrent Creek Fresh cut grass, one cold beer

"Of course," she obliged him with a smile, the temptation of returning to those days of mischief-making rising. "Soon, we will go headhunting. We cannot do it under Fox's command, though." She left this not-so-subtle hint to hang in the air, for it was still something in its earliest stages and therefore incomplete. It was nothing but a suggestion, dropped conveniently that he might pick it up and follow it to its end. But presently, Ira was speaking of another matter entirely: a girl.

Jinx knew absolutely nothing about liking others nor about puppy crushes. The closest thing she had was Lecter, and that was more for a possession on her part, though she subconsciously felt for him, too. She could only make the next best guess, which was, "maybe she's a slut." She didn't realize her use of the word was entirely wrong, and that a slut and a masochist were not the same thing at all. "They have a thing for being treated like shit," she muttered, as though the very concept was absurd to her.

Then again, she was used to being treated like a high priestess, so naturally the concept of being treated horribly seemed quite wrong to her.