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His expression was odd, but yet again, he wasn't entirely wrong. It was simply thr way he spoke that made her chuckle softly. "Y'talk weird, d'yennah'that?" She said, though her tone was almost affectionate. 

He was quiet for a moment as he looked up to the sky, and with his lone eye preoccupied, she gazed at him. He wasn't the monster of a man he played himself up to be. He was charming. Intimidating, of course- but alluring nonetheless. And the next topic he brought up made warmth flood through her belly. 

Now, he was fishing for intimate information. She rested her chin on her slightly lifted wrist, and eyed him with the fierce sting of a thistle. "Sure. I'll recreate myself. Make the next batch of rowdy, dirty li'l criminals," She said, and drew a breath. "Supposin' I find someone worthy, of course. That's half the battle," She snickered. "Nless you can think  of someone," She said, daring him.