Devin gave her a cold, sly smile. "Are you sure about that? You're not the only predator on this turtle, in case you've forgotten."

He had no interest in getting into a real fight with a Hellhound, and quite frankly he was fairly certain she could beat him five ways to Sunday, but poking and prodding was his specialty.

Best not piss her off too much, though. He did still need her help. "Maybe it's different, for you. I can't afford to give into the idea of safety."