Cerulean Cape We wake up with guilt in our bones

Smooth talker, this one.  Consider her properly abashed.  She took a small step sideways, now looking him over with an expression more akin to appraisal than irritation.

"Is that right? And what makes you think I should want to know you?" She asked, her tail twitching behind.  She was intrigued; but let that on too soon and the game was done.  His expression was playful, but she attempted to keep hers aloof... either he would take the invitation to spout his own assets, opening her up to being on the playfully ribbing upper hand, or he would take offense and depart.  Nah.  That seemed highly unlikely.