"Foxes can rarely help their nature," Tess said wisely, as if she, too, didn't have a similarly damning name. She seemed to relax as he did, her back straightening a little less, her still-tingly leg going a little more slack.
"Oooooh charmer," she teased, wiggling her fingers at him across the table. "This prob'ly goes without saying, but you better not tell my sister that we're acquainted or she's liable to kick your foxy ass all over Glynn." Another grin, this one showing all her teeth. "I guaran-fuckin'-tee you she hits harder than you hit that blond Clove fuck at the party."