Dahozhoni Meadow Darling Danger

"I value honesty. In general. I am not so confident about your particular brand of honesty," Dwin pointed out, responding to his sly grin with one of her own. It was odd really - most of the times people she did not trust, she did not like. The darkling was different - she did not trust him as far as she could throw him. Yet because she did not need or want anything from him, he was an entertaining distraction for her, she would not mind him spinning the wildest yarns. 

"Well, that "rather" beats the definition of "celibate", don't you think?" she pulled his leg, because she did not believe him at all. He was an attractive guy and he knew it. There was a cheeky confidence in the manner he acted around people and spoke. She wanted to call him out on it, to see that carefully collected facade just show a hint of confusion or loss for words. "And yet you claimed earlier to "still being a man", which implies that, when "man" comes to the forefront, intellect goes out to the hills. Which makes me wonder, when you are inclined to satisfy your needs intelectually, what are you then?" she spun a riddle for him to guess. 

"I would say pragmatic. Practical," she replied, laughing. "Well, if you have a deathwish, do my pack a favour and die on our doorstep. I promise you I will remember you with a good word, when I devour your earthly shell for my own survival," she smiled.