Sage really wasn't paying much attention to what the girl was doing, he was more curious about her life. How things worked, what all happened. It really was neat, and he had to admit the lifestyle of an assassin was pretty cool ...he had plenty of fights, and the only time he felt truly alive was during one. Well, that and when he was caring for Lizzie, a little bit, but that was more the only times he was truly happy, if that meant anything. Whatever. He'd just overthink it if he thought about it, so he just pushed it all away, as per the usual.

"That makes sense," he mused when she mentioned lemon example. "If someone cuts themselves I can smell it too so I can see that," he thought out loud. Then he wrinkled his nose. "black? Personally I think red would be cooler," he teased her lightly. She looked good no matter what her eye color was, and she probably knew that. "the guy was gonna get killed by someone else if you hadn't gotten to him anyway," he noted with a shrug. "He owed some money. Probably why he was piss drunk," he noted. He didn't particularly care, and neither did higher society. "I dumped him the back after my shift," he added, shifting slightly where he sat, to get a bit more comfortable. "Do you have any other powers," he asked. 'other than the typical blood stuff?" He'd seen her eyes change color the night before, but he hadn't put much thought into it, really. He'd been a bit... distracted. "Fair," he noted when she said she could just kill or change any witnesses. "no one really cares if a lower class person gets killed anyhow," he added, mins going back to his wife. It had been an odd relationship, and definitely not a healthy one, but he'd forced himself to learn to love her. It made some things easier. But now she was dead ...and he still had mixed feelings about it.

Sage hummed lightly when she explained the different ways her eyes changed based on her emotions or feelings. It did make sense...he'd noted them change the other night, so that answered that question too, he supposed. "That's cool," he mused lightly. He really did think it was neat...in comparison, his own power seemed kind of....boring. And the forced morphing every full moon honestly just sucked.

He'd nodded when she'd said the man she'd killed was dead for a reason, settling down where he was sitting. She was making her way through his hair, but he figured it would still take a bit of time, so he could get comfortable and sit there for a while.

He hummed in thought in response to her explanation about her powers, really just finding it all very interesting. "So you're the mystery, huh," he mused, thi king out loud. "It really is interesting," he added with a shrug. "my powers are boring. I can smell and hear things better, can see better in low light, that sort of thing," he noted. "Most of it sucks though," he huffed. "Morphing hurts like hell, the taverns too loud and smells foul, and since wolves have litters I have to be really careful with customers," he grumbled.

Sage chuckled along with the girl, shrugging slightly. "They come helpful for hunting, but there's not much around here to catch," he admitted. "I suppose if I lived in the woods and didn't work in a tavern they would seem better," he thought out loud before shrugging in response to her questions. "I don't do it, if I have a choice in the matter. Full moons I morph whether I want to or not," he mused. "Speaking of which, on full moons you might want to lock me up somewhere or something. I don't know if I'll hurt you or anything, but I do know it requires everything to break and then reform and there's a lot of blood everywhere when I wake up," he added sheepishly. It would be safer for both of them if she wasn't around him when he morphed, as much as he'd like some kind of support while it happened. But, as his luck was, he'd always be doomed to suffer alone, it seemed like.

At her second question, he chuckled dryly. "It's the only job around that would hire a creature," he noted simply. "They can get away with basically slave labor....pay is pennies but it's better than nothing," he added with a sigh. "It's hard to steal because people suspect me just because I'm a werewolf, and there's no prey near the tavern, and I can't leave all day to hunt somewhere else. It's just the only option we have." It was a bad one, yes, but the other option seemed worse.

At her joke though, he tossed her a grin over his shoulder, canines flashing as he turned to face her, his hair now back up and admittedly much more comfortable. "Nah, you're not fertile at the moment," he noted with a soft chuckle. "I can smell when you'd be in heat," he added with a shrug. Maybe it was a bit crude, but....she'd slept with him, and it was simply just facts. "I will definitely not be getting you pregnant, don't look so disappointed," he teased her lightly as he moved to grab Liz and then sit down on the bed again.

Sage sort of chuckled softly and shrugged. "Well, I get the feeling you have plenty of money so I doubt quitting will matter much," he pointed out. He did wonder how long she was planning on taking care of them.... because if he quit and for whatever reason he had to go out on his own again, he'd have no job. Which meant he'd have nothing, and it would be even harder to survive than before. But that wasn't something he could really afford to worry about at the moment, so he pushed the thoughts to the side. "Really," he asked when she said she'd be fine. "I'd assume with all the blood it would be hard for you," he admitted but he didn't say no to her being there ...he wasn't going to deny it would be nice to have someone there for him while it happened. Because it really, really did hurt. Overall, it really just...sucked.

He chuckled softly when she called him a stalker and shrugged with a hum. "I'd be perfectly happy to not know everyone's bodily functions," he noted with slight amusement and a wrinkle of his nose. Though, at her comment he hummed in thought and then nodded. "Well, if you plan of fucking me every night I suppose that will come in handy," he half joked. Yes, they were being silly a bit, but it was also sort of just....true. she wasn't someone he'd have to worry about getting pregnant or anything. They could just...be themselves. "Yeah, well, having kids this young wasn't my plan either," he noted, a faraway gaze taking over his face as he looked out the window. Then he blinked, and the look was gone as he glanced down at the baby in his lap. "But I can't say I'd ever want to lose her," he added with a fond grin down at the little girl.

(Might have the owner get mad and hit sage, or somehow something happen where he comes in later and tries to hide he's hurt but she picks it up and gets all fussy and protective over him? Idk might be cute and nice to have their relationship grow a little since now he's trusting her to help him physically? Idk lmk what you think lol)

(alr lol. And no worries!)

Sage cocked his head as she explained things, nodding slowly with a sort of hum of thought once she'd finished. "That does make sense," he noted. "I just wouldn't want to make things harder for you. And somehow Lizzie will have to be somewhere safe all night," he noted, flopping onto the bed on his back and dropping his feet up, lacing his fingers over his stomach.

When she brought up that she only wanted him if he was ok with it, he chuckled softly and shook his head. "I know," he mused. "if I'm not in the mood I'll tell you," he promised. "But we're gonna be stuck together so we may as well choose to enjoy it," he pointed out before getting up with a grunt. "I have to work while I'm here though....can you watch liz while im gone or do you have things to do?"