She arched a brow at him as he explained why she wouldn't find him attractive. "You don't know my mind," she told him with a half smirk. "What I do or do not find attractive is subjective, not based on a list of traits I need fulfilled. You've got nice eyes. You've got a cute face."
She shrugged one shoulder. "Well if you're pretending, you can stop. I prefer things straight up. Not one much for bullshit, so..." she trailed off, leaving that invitation out there. "You don't possess the ability to care, like, clinically?" That seemed to be what he was describing.
She took in the information about ghouls though. "Sounds all road warrior down there," she said. "You thriving in an environment like that, or is it just suiting your needs at current?" she asked, curious. "And thanks."