Roxie exhaled with puff of white hot smoke. "Cute fairytale. That what tucks you in at night, Starkie?" She gave him a wink when he glanced over at her and Rachel. "Maybe you need something a little more substantial."
Laughing, she turned her attention to the new arrival, whispering to Rachel. "Never did trust a priest. Something just ain't right when a man doesn't want do a little wriggling under the sheets."
Her legs, long and silky, crossed at the knees as her full attention rested on Lawson's question. "I enjoy life any way I get it," she nearly purred with a smile. "If you're so interested in hearing me do a little singing, you should come down to my club tonight. A little going away party before we all find ourselves a ways apart from civilization. In fact, all of you are welcome. You too, padre.