"Help you?"
Renna raised her one eyebrow as a questioning gesture, she had expected Ronan to lose his senses and to pounce on her with uncontrollable desires. But to her dismay more likely to her surprise the mafia king asked for her help regarding clothing.
"With clothes, uh?"
She stated the other half in order to make sure that whatever she heard was accurate, her repeated utterance caused a genuine smile on his face.
Ronan Ross crossed his arms in a challenging manner as an evil lopsided grin appeared on his lips, Renna clenched her fists in utter irritation. She wanted to snatch that proud smirk off his face, unknown to the lady that he was not deliberately teasing her because of the realization that she was alive_ but the situation was vice versa.
"What?"
