Stavanger Bay stealin' wheat and barley an' all the other grains,

His tone and levity rubbed Rosalyn the wrong way also, but only in that deep corner of her mind that would never get past that particular male mindset.  She had a lot of pride, but luckily for this wolf, that pride didn't depend on how he saw her one whit.  So she simply shook her head, smiling good naturedly at the jest.  He'd either show respect or he wouldn't, but if he was willin to join, likely he'd adjust.  They usually did.

"I dunno that we need ya bad enough to persuade," she responded, still smiling.  But her gaze gained a slight piercing quality as she sized him up.  "Got myself plenty of strength already."  She cast a look to Erzulie, grateful for her words and definitely counting her among it.  Not a strong man perhaps, but sometimes they were strong where men couldn't be.  "But if yer lookin for a home, and willin to follow my word, then you'd be welcome."