Dasha just raised an eyebrow at him. Oh he was gonna play that one what he? Fine she could play nice, not that she wanted to. She was pretty confident in her ability to survive out here, at least she thought she was. Though being out here alone she might have already begun to panic. Being a city girl she was accustom to large crowds. She was a people person.

A small fear of hers, which she’d never admit to any one even under threat of torture, were open spaces, empty open spaces. The kinds of places like the subway at midnight or just empty rooms made her antsy. People were staple. She had a large family it was understandable.

“I believe you are lying, but thank you all the same.” She mutters crossing her arms over her knees. “To be honest…I found you quite attractive the first time we met. You have a nice face, nice ass too. Your eyes draw people, you get along well with other people, even me. I’ll be the first to admit that I am a total bitch on the right day. I like your voice, I bet you can even sing.” Dasha sighs again glancing down at him. “Personally, I hadn’t ever planned to get married. It was just a thing that people did now-a-days and more of them end in divorce every year. I never had any hope of getting married.” A frown sets on her face as she plays with a bug crawling on her hand. It was a small green beetle just running over the back of her hand. It had set itself there for some reason she couldn’t fathom. “Well…since its tradition…White…I can always imagine white for with a few earth tones, greens, browns, silver, red… It would be interesting I suppose."Her eyes traced back to him again now laying on his back. her frown still set she banged her head against her crossed arms before standing and heading over to a tree to let the beetle crawl away. "Good bye little one." She whispers as it starts up the tree.