I wouldn't go that far. I'm not fucking omniscient.

[ of course she's still intrigued by what makes him tick. Bigby shouldn't give her curiosity more ammo, but he supposes it's too late now. he lets out a low sigh, rolling his head back to look up at the ceiling as if he is accepting defeat. ]

It's all chemistry. You of all people should be able to appreciate that, little miss scientist. I've just lived long enough to figure out which scent means what.

[ most of the time, anyway. his powers aren't foolproof, and it's more successful picking up on someone's lies than simple discomfort. it just so happens to be that he has gotten to know Rosalind somewhat since they've met, and it isn't all too difficult to pair body language with her scent. ]

There's plenty of things you didn't know a werewolf could do. I think I showed you a few of them already.

[ yes, you can assume he seems quite satisfied with that comment. the half-smile on his face as he continues staring up at her roof indicates that. ]