[it's a little surreal having to decipher her body language, no matter how simple it is. the animals he's been around have all been fortunate enough to be able to talk back to him, leaving no doubt in the way of their intentions, but it's been ages since he's seen another one of his own. the only place you can find a wolf at in Manhattan is the zoo, a place he's not skipping work to play hookie at anytime soon. he can just imagine Colin's comments ("cousin of yours, Bigby?") and he's not sure whether he should snort or roll his eyes.
he quirks a brow in her direction, not in a critical way, mind you, just curious.]
Guess that's a "maybe".
[—and he follows her all the same, because really, what else does he have to do? and it's true that he's new, that he doesn't know his way around the station as well as she evidently does, but he catches on quickly enough to make a good guess where this is heading when the coppery odor of metal mingled with sweat and oil begin to fade and give way to the warm scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat.]
...Seriously? [oh-so deadpan.] You've only known me for about a minute and a half, and you already want me to treat for lunch? I feel like we're skipping a stage or two here.
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he quirks a brow in her direction, not in a critical way, mind you, just curious.]
Guess that's a "maybe".
[—and he follows her all the same, because really, what else does he have to do? and it's true that he's new, that he doesn't know his way around the station as well as she evidently does, but he catches on quickly enough to make a good guess where this is heading when the coppery odor of metal mingled with sweat and oil begin to fade and give way to the warm scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat.]
...Seriously? [oh-so deadpan.] You've only known me for about a minute and a half, and you already want me to treat for lunch? I feel like we're skipping a stage or two here.