Shifting slightly to adjust herself when Dante sat, Roze ran her fingers over the exposed hilt of her katana propped on the opposite end of the couch from her new friend's sword, eyes drifting over the dark red leather making up the grip. Glossy nails run in muted clicks over dips and rises in the braiding.

"Roze. Ichishi Roze. Ridiculously-Hot Chick works. Sweet Stuff. Nurse. Sex Bomb. Legs. Sugar Lips. I was debating between calling you Sexy or Handsome. I'm leaning more towards Sexy. Handsome seems like a weak word when you describe genuine, rugged masculinity," she drawled, sliding her eyes side-long to catch his gaze peripherally. "Unless you have a preference. I mean, proper names always work, too, but I'll have to hear your name spoken pretty low, just to make sure it....sticks."