When head shook her braid moved with it, dragging across her jacket and loosening the hair further with a sound that was too loud to her even more alert senses than usual. Her retort, as it so often was, was immediate. Jayati had always been overwhelmingly been in favor of practical and pragmatic thinking, rather than waxing philosophically.
"If everything is important than nothing is. There is a Kitsune trader who stops into this town on a regular basis, if I flagged down every bit of mischief from them alone then - " She waved a vague hand, "I would be so distracted I wouldn't catch important things." Crime and protection both had to be handled differently in a place like that. Where so many were so old they were living on laws a few centuries out of date, or thought they were above them in the first place, along with the fact that mischief was less of a habit and more of a compulsion in their DNA. Hard to completely blame for that, wasn't it?
Jayati didn't mind the town knowing she was a dragon. In fact, it would probably help her job. There was a mystique and mythos around them that was well earned in some respects, while laughable in others. Either way, it could be useful. When it came to privacy, it was her emotions, her feelings, and her things she still had of her parents and Lalita that she valued. The history that she carried in scars, poor sleep patterns, a too quick to indulge in vices on occasion habit and trigger happy protective instincts - these things she did not hide. It was too much work for too little benefit. Lying, dodging questions, hermitting like Rasmus did, it wasn't worth it to her.
Not to mention, a great many people had come in contact with her in some form or another through out her life. It wouldn't be a very effective strategy for long, and Jayati didn't prefer fights she knew she would lose. So she would be happy to divert possible attention or suspicions from him, let them think all dragons were loud and growly like her instead of...Whatever he had become.
"There are always consequences to our actions. You and I are unfortunate enough to live long enough to see them come to fruition." It was unexpectedly clear and solemn, quiet. It hung between them like a heavy thing, a weight to it that went beyond sadness into resignation and acceptance. Jayati was no artist, to make something beautiful of lamentations or a philospher to spend her life picking apart the weight of the world for the meaning, but it was a weight she carried none the less.
The smirk that stretched across her features was more predatory than human, more gleeful than should have been possible in comparison to the voice that she had just a moment ago, accompanied by a with a glow that reflected back amber eyes on the glass bottle between them. It wasn't just that she was pleased he was drinking, though that was certainly part of it.
But her hands stayed relaxed on the table and on her own face, no other physical changes reflected. Jayati may not be as old as he but she had precise control down to an art, "Oh, do not present yourself as a challenge you can't live up to, darling, no reason to tease." The laugh that echoed out was genuine, if a bit raspy and deeper than one might expect. Whether it was at her terrible joke, or the thought of Rasmus presenting a challenge to her than she did not specify.
Though that latter would certainly be welcome, in one capacity or another, depending on the civilian casualties.
"I have no desire to peel away your little hidey hole, Rasmus. I prefer people calm, and secrets are not my currency." Truth, in her voice and posture, the way she held eye contact and the way her hands held the evidence of her direct nature instead of pulling strings from the shadows. If she had a problem with him, or wanted to hurt him, it would be done by her hand instead of through others or by utilizing a mob.
But after a moment she stood, rolling her neck from one side to the other and pulling her hair out from her her jacket, as casual as you please. "I'll leave you to your shift. I look forward to a comfortable relationship of mostly ignoring each other." For what it was worth, she really did sound pleased with how it had all turned out.