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

"No. Why would you think that?" The question was sincerely spoken, plunging Grimm back into the backwaters of awkwardness. She made some snort of strangled noise that was apparently a string of words, because repeated a second time they spelled out: ".. I d'no, I just assumed. It's not like I've done anything sexy in the past ten minutes?" God, she was blowing it. He was seasoned, suave, and handsome - like a rogue and wifeless Peregrine with a charming snaggletooth. Grimm could only imagine the calibre of ladies he had seduced, and the idea that he would take any interest in a mannish goof was laughable. Or? She tilted her head in the opposite direction.