Lucy wasn’t quite sure how she felt about the forward gentleman. His words certainly made her want to step back, but at the same time he intrigued her. The man reached forward to brush a stray strand of hair away and Lucy froze, eyes widening slightly. Now she really did want to run. But there was always the allure of a man who was dangerous, she knew as much from her stories and so she remained where she was, cocking a small coy smile. “Depends on what a wolf might mean by play.” Neither a refusal nor an agreement, a good neutral answer.