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She could not help raising a brow as Trick talked about himself. "A man fell for you? Interesting," Sasha wasn't disgusted, but merely intrigued. She herself had not explored that part of her mind, but wasn't revolted by the aspect of two she-wolves or two males in a relationship. It only made her wonder.

"Desert flower? I am the furthest from a desert than you could imagine," she laughed, referring to her Icelandic heritage. She gulped, noticing that the male had very obviously moved forwards in what seemed to be an innocent advance to see the sunset. However, Sasha could sense that this man was full of ulterior motives just by the way he spoke to her. 

She furrowed her brow as the man referred to her as "flower" again. Did he think that was her name? Was her accent so strong that the name "Sasha" had sounded like something far different? She shook her head. Maybe it was just a term of respect, or friendliness.

"I do like it here. It is very different, but I enjoy it," she beamed, watching the sun slip further beneath the clouds. "What about you, flower.....?" she asked, testing the new term she had heard him say and hoping she didn't sound ridiculous.