At this point, she'd normally go in for the kill. But she didn't. He wasn't struggling. It wouldn't be any fun and she'd get herself all messy and bloody with no spare clothing around. Rose licked her lips and pressed a soft kiss to Jonas' cheek. "You're welcome." She smiled at him, let her claws wander down his chest so that she ripped his clothing and exposed his chest to the cold night air.
And then she was off of him, practically skipping off into the night.