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She watches him with no small measure of curiosity; at first, she finds his response lacking, though she doesn't let it show on her face. It's the and... tacked on the end that pulls her ears forward almost imperceptibly, eager to hear what else he might offer. She's a little startled to meet dark golden eyes a moment later, but she doesn't blink.
A friend isn't anything she'd expected. She's never considered friendship something that can simply be agreed upon or earned with a favor or two, but neither has she ever had many friends. Now she has none. Perhaps he senses it, she thinks; is this predatory or is it pity? She can't decide, but she likes him, or at least his charm.
Well, She says, mockingly reluctant. I suppose there are worse things than having a handsome man in my debt. A playful grin follows her words, scarlet eyes a little brighter. Oh, and friendship — that's alright too. She's fairly certain her humor won't be lost on him — and if it is, well. yolo.