Haunted Wood Give me the glitterati

"Aw sweetie, is it a sensitive subject? It's ok, I understand and care about your emotions."
Her shit-eating grin split her maw, tilting her chin up to look at him properly, where the light could cast on his sharp features. Cliff face, he reminded her off. Jagged and ugly, unless it was the right time of day.
But this was a wolf, so perhaps the right mood, would be more appropriate.
No Vanity, you cannot fuck every male that swaggers across your path.

Ok, maybe she was a bit tactless.

"Well, right now I don't know what to think of you."
There's a present. She didn't know what to think. Usually, she thought asshole, or sexy. Not nothing. She was feeling emotions. But ones she couldn't string together. Disgust, admiration, hate, attraction.