Rose hums, the sound low and keeps staring. Half expecting a blow and unsure if it came whether her reflexes could keep up. These monsters are horridly fast at time, and he's one of the stronger castes she knows that. A wiser woman would be more demure, play along, but she has no interest in that game. If he kills her she'll consider it a win.

Just like she considers it a win when he pulls away first, Rose finally blinking and looking away herself as he acts the drama king as he sits. "I don't dance." she says, her voice like ice, his meaning not missed on her and Rose stays where she is. Stays were she is and remains unamused, though the look isn't as severe without her trademark dark lipstick and eyeliner, the bags under her eyes more intense and her cheekbones more prominent these days. But she still has her pride, and she'll hold onto that. If he wants anything from her he'll have to take it himself and she with fight, tooth and nail.

Still, she snorts softly, raising her hands still caged in gold manacles. "Besides, even if I did I find myself quite hindered."