"She just took you in and raised you as her own, regardless?" she asks, smiling slowly, expression softening just a bit. "That's...really lovely, actually." Puffing a sigh and letting his hand go, Roze leans back a bit and sips her drink to the bottom, letting the irritating rattle of bubbles and ice be her signal to the beleaguered bartender that it was time for the next round to get laid out.

"In my line of work, I see a long of genuinely good people that aren't exactly human treated like absolute shit by ungrateful parents all the time. It's depressingly rare that a human accepts what they have is a blessing. Hm. But! It's nice to know you're sturdy, for a rail-thin bloke," she drawls with a cheery grin.

"And not likely to lose your shit when I turn into a big-ass monster and get you off with a seventeen-inch tongue." Because yeah, that's a thing.