She watched him go, bearing her teeth just slightly and clicking her tongue as she murmured a low sound of approval. Stretching with a groan, Roze scratched the back of her head and debated letting her hair down. Probably too much trouble to bother with though, in the long term. She didn't have anything to fix it back up with later and she had a bad habit of getting tangles when drinking.

"Running pink," she muttered to herself, rolling green eyes skyward. Sort of a an unfair jab at her, really, considering her hair. She'd get him back eventually.

When he came back she was still sitting on the couch, though now she'd taken to twisting the green bead resting at the hollow of her throat on its red satin cord. There wasn't much doubt to what she was thinking when she looked him over with a lazy half-smile.