She pushed her bottle away, beckoning absently to the bartender who brought her a fourth Bud. The second it touched the bartop, she picked it up and took a long swig. As he began to ramble on about assholes getting laid, she scowled. True, they did. But it was usually outgoing, bombastic assholes that were good at reeling people in. Aiden was not one of those assholes. He kept people out. Though some girls just liked that, she supposed.
She was about to feebly try and reply to his asshole argument, but the second he asked about his ass being seen by human eyes, she smirked. "The doc that delivered you doesn't count," she said simply, picking up her beer and taking a long swig.