Raizel gave a little pout, seemingly disappointed he didn't want to show off his scars - She'd get eye candy that way- but instead she puffed out her chest, put her hands on her hips and smiled at him. "I win," she stated, casting him a look over her shoulder.
"I do enjoy winning," Even if it tasted like stale crackers. A win was a win and stale crackers were better than none. A brief look around, up at the sky, trying not to think about why he'd stopped the little game. Raizel knew why. Just because she knew didn't mean she wanted to think about it. To actively think that, once upon a time, those pretty black feathers could have been hers.
Raizel sobered up as surely as Cadmus had and she went quiet for a few moments, head ducking down.
"Okay, we keep getting side-tracked by super awful flirting-that-isn't-flirting. I will go into town," She pointed to the town that, while off in the distance, was much closer than the first time she pointed to it, "Get you clothing and then we can go back - with you clothed - and get you some food and stuff. 'Cause I could use some real food. My cooking is shit. Sound good?" She motioned to the town, giving her fingers a wiggle.