Blacktail Deer Plateau lestat's tarantella

Fox grinned and nodded when he mentioned that Peregrine had good taste. She would never tell Perry that, lest it boost his ego larger than it already was. The man thought that he was the hottest shit to grace the earth with his presence (or so it was in her mind), and she had no plans to give him compliments from strangers. But, of course, Lestat was correct. Peregrine had excellent taste. Lasher was a fine example, and Fox figured that she must be quite the catch. Not that she needed any more ego boosting, either.

But it was Lestat's forward offer that really got the fiery girl's attention, and she observed him quietly for a moment, trying to decide if he was making a jest or being serious. She had always been fond of those who were not afraid to speak what they felt, and Peregrine was a prime example of that. He had told her shortly after his bond with Hawkeye had fizzled that he had feelings for her (in so many words). And Lasher was a hoot and a half when it came to his manner of speaking.

Feeling gutsy, Fox responded. “Who says he has to let me go?”