[She rolls her eyes and straightens, giving herself one more look over in the mirror before turning to him.]

If I knew, I would have already put a stop to it.

[A kinship, perhaps. A natural draw to another with wings? She has no idea, and she rolls her shoulders in a shrug, crossing the room to him with a bit of a saunter. As soon as she reaches him, she grabs him by his jacket and tugs.]

Much like I'm sure old men or those with a penchant for trouble might be drawn to you.