Ankyra Sound are you going to age with grace

Mhmmm. She rolled her eyes as he blew spittle in her face, wrinkling her nose but taking it good-naturedly. Then Caiaphas rolled up, and Rosalyn cast a questioning (and not unsuspicious) glance. What was she doing hanging around here?

Oh god. She'd probably poison it. Well, maybe not. But the idea of recieving a favor from the witch for some reason caused her to recoil. She did grin wickedly when Vlad mentioned kisses, and her look at Caiaphas turned a bit more appraising, calculating. "In a couple of weeks, who knows?" She winked at Caiaphas. "I've seen worse." With her current headache and the state of things she knew it'd be a while before she would be able to take a good tumble - shame, that - but something told her Caiaphas wasn't much interested in the primal desires her cronies spoke of.