green is not a creative colour

Being oblivious to Robur's thoughts, Jinx had nothing left to say... Until he lowered himself somewhat into what appeared to be a bow. Jinx was familiar only with play bows and submission crawls, and not necessarily with gentlemanly posturing for the fancy of the opposite sex or equals in strength, but something about the display was sufficient to appease her. His head was lower than hers, something always pleasing to a dominant wolf, particularly one defending her own turf. She seemed to relax visibly at this, drawing in any tightness in stance so that she stood more neutrally, and appeared less threatening.

Now that the introductions were more or less out of the way—inadvertent or not, she had been unable to avoid them—and she had identified him as mostly non-threatening, and made certain he knew she would deal with him if he tried anything, she could calm down. According to him, Hawkeye and Pied were somewhere nearby, and while she wanted nothing to do with any of them, she had to believe on some level, neither wolf was stupid enough to allow this Robur to pull any funny tricks on her.

"Why would you accompany Hawkeye?" she questioned, with an interrogative narrowing of her eyes, as though to expand on her what business do you have here or, more accurately, why did he have business here. "Those two are lesbian lovers," she added with a voice sly as a fox, "and you're missing out." The joke was dry on her tongue, and though it did on one level sound like a joke—of course they weren't lesbian lovers, and Jinx didn't even know about their personal relationship at all, and if they were she may have vomited—it also sounded convincing. She hoped it might throw him off a little bit, or at least drag him out of his comfort zone somewhat.