The wary response was something she recognized, being the sort of person she was. It couldn't be said that her sense of humor was universal, or even really humorous at all; Lulu was very much used to being misunderstood before people started to catch on. She preferred it over presenting as one thing and carefully revealing her true colors afterward.
Still, the choice to "run the fuck away" would have been the easiest one, but now -- of course -- she couldn't.
"Lobo feroz," she repeated. Spanish and Latin-based languages were interesting: warm and fluid and feeling. Lulu had never been very good at them. "Very well, then. If the wolf is going to be soooo nice, I suppose I ought to try this machine for him."