The corner of Edie's lip quirked up into a smirk at the mention of her status, something that she'd worked so hard for. Something that she wanted, desperately, and had caused her to leave her home in the search of someone who could appreciate her talents. "Yes really," Edie grinned, her smile not faltering at his tease. "I enjoy it. I'm good at it." She teased right back, the man causing that smile of hers to fall at the mention of her Were form. For a moment, she considered his question. Embarrassed? No. She'd never once been embarrassed by her form, never once considered it a weakness. She was small, yes, but she made up for her size in cleverness, in her smarts. But the girl didn't address it, no, instead she merely wrapped herself around the man, distracting him in the best way that she knew how. Two could play this game, two could use each other to get what they want. There was that familiar flutter in the pit of Edie's stomach as he drew her in â€" a feeling she'd later hate herself for. There was something just so... appealing... about the way he kissed her. But no, Edie promised herself, this was only for tonight.

When they finally broke apart, Edie moved to rest her forehead against the man's bare chest. She remained breathless for only a moment as she steadied herself. Only once he spoke did she peak up at him, a small, girlish grin appearing on her features. It was unlike those sly gazes she'd given him earlier, this one meant only for him, only in this moment. If you asked her, she would have denied the butterflies in her stomach at his touches. No, those kind of feelings weren't meant for her. And yet... She laughed, a kinder laugh than she'd given him yet. "You're a good kisser. And I like to give myself things that I enjoy." And she did. She enjoyed kissing him, enjoyed the way his hands fit on her hips and the way he pulled her against him. And, she'd never admit it, but she even liked the way he teased her in the same manner that she teased him.

"Persuaded," She said finally, stepping back as he released her. "It sounds like the first thing I need to persuade you with is food. Come on." She reached back, grabbing ahold of his hand easily as she tugged him towards the kitchen. The kitchen was certainly state of the art, though that didn't mean much to Edie considering her lack of ability to use most of the appliances. She could cook, sure, but it wasn't a habit she loved or took use of. Luckily, there always seemed to be leftovers in the fridge, and today was no exception. She let go of the man in front of the fridge, digging through it until she found the vegetarian lasagna that they'd ate only the night before. She moved around him as she heated it up, finally feeling content to pass the plate into the man's waiting hands. She moved easily then, pushing herself to sit on the counter in front of him, smiling kindly as she watched him. "Don't get used to that. I'm no house wife. I feed no one."

It was, perhaps, not entirely true. She could probably cook if she chose to. She'd been taught at home to make basic meals, though she'd found the art boring. Now, she only used that talent on days when it was her turn to cook. And even then, she griped about it. Now, she was content to merely observe the man in front of her, pleased that he seemed to enjoy the meal that she'd presented him with, even if she hadn't been the one to cook it. "So you asked me, so now it's my turn. What are you doing roaming around in the outskirts all alone?"