That was a familiar expression, the same that had been on her face when she picked up that button during a perfectly legitimate circling of the clothes shop earlier that night. At the jab about being filthy though she just sniffed at him, unshaped, "It's part of my charm." Of which she had plenty! Somewhere.
But she grinned all the same when he pocketed it, and laughed again when he tried to rebuff her description of him. The boy was pretty though, with fine and sharp features and a flattering hairstyle with it in mind. In fact, he probably heard it a lot, "Is that a soft spot? Because you're pretty like this and fuzzy like that?" She gestured up towards the trees with her thumb to indicate his other form.
Pfft. Her eyes narrowed further when he refused, "Evaded! And only because you cheating by shifting. Which I approve of generally, the cheating I mean, but it definitely does not count as outrunning." The weariness in her bones fought against her urge to stand up and challenge him like she was thirteen, but it was definitely going to happen. One of these days.