[Ren notices the crinkling of Rosie's nose and laughs quietly at her apparent dislike. She also couldn't help but actually take a moment to get a good look at Rosie now. Hm. Cute. That might be a problem.] Aw, c'mon petal, you're too old to be yuckin' at kissin' and romance. [Everyone is fair game for teasing, even if she had just met her.] Romance don't have to mean gettin' tied down. Just something to come home to.

[That was, after all, why kin and mates were so very important for Werewolves. Something to inspire them to fight. Ren would carelessly sling an arm over the back of Rosie's chair so that she could lean over an mutter in her ear.] Ain't nothin' like chasin' a dopamine high after the rush 'nd adrenaline of a proper fight by fucking.