"Oh, I don't think PETA would like me. Or you, for that matter," she said, her green eyes swooping across him. "They're not found of leather. Or people telling them what to do."
The woman seemed to relax, looking more complacent than on the prowl now. She reclined back on the bench, crossing one leg over the other comfortably. "I always thought your morning routine involved gunpowder. Finding you here is just...dull."