[ huh. now it makes sense as to why she's never complained about him smoking in front of her face or in her home. Bigby is pleasantly surprised to see that she partakes in bad habits just like him. he lights his own first (because he is still Bigby, ok) before leaning in to do the same for her own, appreciating for a moment or two how it looks to see a cigarette secured between her lips. ]

I'd be happy to call you an old lady if that suits you better.

[ he just has to hear what she comes up with now. Bigby allows himself to grow relaxed, taking a long drag of his cig before blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. the man nearly chokes on it when she starts roleplaying, and he waves a hand at her in an attempt to make Rosalind stop. ]

Reserve your best lines for the bedroom. Please. Kind of frightening how quick you come up with material.