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Roland, in a rare mood that night, frowned for only a moment, any offense or aversion swiftly replaced by cheek and beguile. He’d always been partial to redheads when it came to ladies and he was well aware of the free and rebellious nature they were usually known for.

“Oh, I see…playin’ hard to get, eh? Mm, one of the many, many reasons why I just adore redheads!” Waving a waiter over, he quickly placed an order for a drink, ordering one for the scientist as well. When they’d been left alone once more, Roland leaned a little closer to his “guest”.

“Well, that puts us at an even, unfair fifty-fifty, for I’d definitely appreciate getting to know you better, my dear. Since you already seem to know me, of course.” The little entertainer couldn’t help but allow one of his hands to stray down and give one of hers a squeeze as it rest on a heavy book loaded with numbers and equations. “What’s your name and why hasn’t anyone snatched you up yet? Or have they?”

    The fellow didn’t leave. Instead he merely overlooked her implications as though he’d been extremely accustomed and instead recognized them as welcome. Folks like this had been among the many which left a sour taste on her tongue. They’d been too cheery and aggravatingly pep, no matter the circumstances. It had been as though they’d been commandeered  by the unknown, attempting to demonstrate themselves as a part of society.

     Lips pursed at the comment, patience thinning like one wouldn’t believe. Though she plainly had requested that he take his leave, the man only shrugged it off, giving himself an explanation for her reserved demeanor. Sorts like him often shared drinks and evenings with various women willing to give him the time of day (though it certainly had been a miracle since he’d not known how to approach one, apparently). Eyes following after the help, almost asking why they had so blatantly left the poor woman to deal with unwanted attention… 

    ”Of you.“ Correcting him with a resting expression that had been sharp enough to disembowel the emotionally weak. Of course, the other wouldn’t be rendered defenseless with such a minor gesture as this, it would take so much more to frighten an obnoxious thing like him off. It ought to be much more physical and scar inducing. But as most had known, Lutece hadn’t been capable of the horrendous and at most, he would walk away with but a ruddy hand print outlining his cheek… But that had been if, and only if, he’d continued to persist after she’d stated her thoughts clearly and unconditionally. 

    Scowling against the paw which clutched to her own, her glare follows it’s way up toward the owner’s gaze before she hissed through maroon lips, "I don’t see how it is any of your concern.” Reeling herself away from the other, Rosalind only readjusts her stare and now focuses against the words that were presented in front of her.

                                                                              “–I’m not interested.”