And the big bad wolf said his ears were all the better to hear her with.

Ringer dropped her arms to her sides, her muscles tense, partly rising up to the balls of her feet. There might be a way to escape this situation with some flirting and charm, but she had never been good at either. Instead, she sighed and tried to play it off as best she could, as if he was a simple human.

"Are you trying to be creepy or is that a side effect of being a playboy?" Her dry tone made it difficult to tell whether she was joking or asking sincerely. In this case, probably a bit of both.