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The Saint smiles at her admission, deciding to firmly plant his ass on the ground. A quick quirk of a circular brow and a gleam of pearly white teeth in her direction. He’s delighted at the name she gives him, he even chuckles at the I’m no one darling part. In good jest of course. 

Though he tilts his head and leans in closer. “Oh–, Evelynn it is then. A beautiful name for a beautiful, and I’m sure, quite deadly wolf.” He compliments. “Vicious things can come in small packages.” He chuckles. “Tell me Evelynn, what types of skills do you possess? Can you fight? Or do you prefer so talk about int he shadows? They both have their unique set of skills.”