The way his hand tightens protectively makes Alex smile as she takes another swallow of her drink. Like a lot of people in Darrow, like pretty much everyone here and in New Haven, Steve's really got no idea of what Alex is actually capable of. That flat beast, the viper that coils around her ribs, has never gone anywhere.

"It's fine. Rather me than one of the other girls," she says. She grins at the compliment, though, because it's easier to focus on that anything else. She arches her back a little, thrusting her tits out for effect, the bars piercing her nipples clear through the thin fabric of Steve's t-shirt. "Well, thanks. But my ass is definitely better."