Rodeo has always been a fan of a woman with a strong personality. The simpering, hair-twisting, eager-to-please types are fun for a night, but none of them have ever impressed him much. He prefers a lady who looks like she could knock his lights out and make him like it, and the Lioness is just his type. This has given him a unique challenge, because he also reckons that the Lioness is just about every man's type, and she's probably pretty goddamn sick of it too. He knows that a lady in her position probably doesn't take too kindly to flirtatious advances, especially not from someone she doesn't trust and hardly likes. If he dares let his chick habit rule him here, he has a feeling she'll read it as disrespect. He's got to keep his grins and below-the-chin glances under wraps, and that's not a thing he's faced with often. So when Jadyn heads towards him, all he allows himself is a mild lift of the brows before he gets a hold of himself and keeps his gaze neutral and impassive.
Rodeo looks to some of the Dogs standing nearby when Day does, then brings his gaze back to her. He doesn't mind having a private chat with her, but damn does he wish she'd have texted him instead. It'll be harder to edit himself in person, when he so easily tends towards charm and sweet-talk. He nods anyway, turning away from the crowd.
"I got a lotta moments, darlin'," he assures her. "Let's take a walk."