Redhawk Caldera god karen, you can't just ask people why they're white

Jaws avoided the question with such finesse that Grimm didn't realize that she had been ignored. Before she knew it, he was in her personal space, fixing her in a stare that was equal parts hot and cold - like his eyes, some part of her brain noted whilst the remainder struggled to work out what was going on.

".. no, I don't think I'm on any list," she squeezed out, pupils darting nervously between silver and gold. His breath was warm and steady, whilst Grimm's appeared to have stopped completely. She sucked a lungful in through her nose and leaned back to create a bit of space, returning a poor attempt at a matching grin. "Are you making fun of me?" Grimm had never been pursued - or shown any genuine interest, really. The dalliance with Elwood had been an unfortunate one-off.