Lone Star Mountain Just like a wartime novelty

She gave a dark giggle to his words, for he had a fiery spirit. Indeed, this one might prove difficult to control, but she was willing to take the risk if it got her what she wanted. "You sure do have a temper," The temptress cooed, tail waving behind her like a dark plume swaying in the breeze. She took a moment to consider his enquiry, violet gaze sparkling with amusement. "If I think they deserve it, yes. But I will say that my wolves don't taunt unless they have reason to - If you're with me, they'll know you aren't a toy. That is, unless you are my toy, but you would simply be my... worker. And in return, you would have your wounds treated." 

Now she believed it to be a fair offer, though whether he would accept it or not, the ink-hued woman knew not.