Neverwinter Forest Where there is a flame

Both of Lawless' ears turned back slightly when he was addressed with a sharper sense of humour than what he'd like to have received from someone he'd just offered a small meal to. His brow furrowed lightly at the faint sexist remark she made about males, and took both of these as a sign that the female before him was immature for the age she looked. Not that she looked terribly old, but she looked old enough to know how to respect others, especially those who'd extended an act of kindness to them.

Given that she was quick to pull the offering toward herself and thereupon wolf it down, he didn't interrogate her to see if she'd 'slave it up' for a female, just to see if she was, in fact, being sexist. It wouldn't make much of a difference- Lawless wouldn't have snatched the remains back to himself and said that he'd changed his mind- that he was going to give it to the first non-sexist wolf he met, just to teach her a lesson.

Blatantly she stared at him and he stared back- mainly because he'd been partially offended and didn't want her to get the better of him. So her gaze was evenly met as he refused to defer to someone who was younger, impolite and sexist. She asked who he was before introducing herself and had she not, he would have told her to give her name first, in exchange for the meal. Part of his ego which had been irked settled down a bit when she finally thanked him, though he couldn't tell exactly how earnest she was about it. "Lawless," He said, and for some reason he expected some sort of joke about his name from her- but to keep her from doing so, at least immediately, he nodded to acknowledge her thanks and asked"How long have you been in the pack for?"