"You think I'm sneaky?" Rosemary beamed, quite pleased with his choice of words. Or, word. Why yes, she thought being labeled 'sneaky' was quite an accomplishment. She was always trying to be stealthy (though not always succeeding). Personally, if she could wear all black and leap around rooftops like a ninja, she would. But Royce was quite adamant against that idea unfortunately. Sneaky fit fine enough. The other stuff he said was water under the bridge. Angry water that boiled and popped. But the boiling and popping could have simmered away if it weren't for the next set of words that came out of Dayle's mouth.
"I have self-control." She quickly retorted, moving her glare from one to the other. "I just choose not to use it," was mumbled next. Under her breath because really, these two seemed to have no problem working on their conversation. The attention the two were sharing with each other was making her twitchy. What right did Dayle have to say those things about her anyway? So she hadn't been a werewolf for a hundred years like Dayle. Maybe she wasn't part of some hot-shot pack with some hot-shot third position. And okay, maybe that was kind of impressive. Third in the pack was a big deal. That was a position to fight over. A position of respect.
But even so, Rosemary sure as hell wasn't baring her neck to Dayle. Respect or not, she had no trust in the other werewolf. It was nothing personal. Rosemary had very little trust to pass around in the first place. The only trust she had in Dayle was the trust in helping her with her current Hamburger Boy problem. Except, Dayle was happy helping herself. And that was not sitting well with Rosemary. She didn't know why she was starting to feel so ... possessive over what was clearly not her's in any way. The only connection she had with Caleb were the burgers. Dayle had her long lashes, honey-smile and Caleb's throat. His submission. It was the natural order, the way things worked in their world but for some reason, it made her stomach burn. That confusing feeling was only over-come by her own bruised pride.
Both of them had dismissed her idea of working. Like she was five years old and not big enough to play with the grown-ups. Well, she would show them. She could work harder than anyone had ever worked in the history of working! If she had to, she would work her paws to the bone. Damn the both of them for the storm of emotions going on in her little head.
She rapped eight knuckles on the counter, grabbing back the focus that should have been her's to start with. "I've had jobs before." Never mind that had been years ago as a dishwasher and she had been horrible at it. There apparently WAS a wrong way to wash a dish. Besides! Years ago! She had to have gotten loads better since then! Dishes were easy to wash. "I can clean and I won't steal or eat anything!" She wouldn't even try to bite anybody. Hell, she could be nice! Just as nice as Dayle! Nicer! Okay. Maybe not nicer than Dayle. "I won't get into any trouble. Seriously, I'll be trouble-free. Cross my heart, I'll be good!" She was one step away from getting on her knees and begging. "Please?"