Oh, would you look at that... Briar's mouth ruined another interaction. Immediately. Without regret.

Her grin was manic, the way he pinched his little face up and got offended making her giddy. Briar was not of the fancy sort who relied on the flourish of pretty words, and she was easily amused. She was not, in fact, above calling him names.... but that was too easy, and it wouldn't have sparked such delicious backlash. Should she have flaunted her ass and really pissed him off? It wasn't too late, she reminded herself. He seemed more offended that she offered herself up for a night than her implication of the spat, which only made her feel emboldened.

What, no spat? Or too on-the-head? Don't worry, if I do see the missus, I'll tell her you beat off my advances with a stick like a right gentleman.

She cackled like a hyena and gave a wiggle of her hips like she could tempt him, having the time of her life. Yes, this felt more natural. This was how things worked. She'd yet to meet anyone outside her own family who could match her fire, and it didn't immediately seem like this cretin would either.... but if nothing else, he was a source of amusement she'd drain until she couldn't push any further.
It still wasn't too late to flash him. If all else failed! For now, she fell into a play-bow; Thorn was sent fluttering into the sky with a pissy caw.

I know I'm all that, pretty boy, but you're gettin' greedy -- I said a night, not till death do us part. Who'd y'say the desperate one is again?