Prime Target [Klein, Amaranta]

All things considered, Amaranta's time on earth had been relatively eventful. She'd made a steady living there, met a fair share of entertaining people, and rooted herself pretty well, excluding her run-ins with the "law"(Gotei United). Still, she really wasn't the type to rest on her laurels. It was time to train. What to improve on? Cero, of course. All she had was a lame ass punch beam and bala.

For a lioness with her type of pride? She couldn't stand it. Right now, she's steadying her hand, firing, from her point of view, meager beams of energy that only scratch the surface of what she's capable of, knocking down a only a few slabs of stone. Hearing a voice from a presence she hadn't bothered to acknowledge at first, she turned around to face the person in question. Holy shit... he was pretty short. She's curious on why she's approached in particular, but she'll humor him anyway. Maybe it'll be entertaining. If not, she can tell him to scram.

"Trying to up my Cero Game, shortie. What's up? You here to fight or are you just enjoyin' the view?"

Blunt as always, shooting straight to the point of the matter.

Heh. Well, wasn't he an honest brat? The offhanded comment doesn't faze her much, though. To be sure, she's no fool. Her ability to fire off Cero is painstakingly poor. He has a point. Target practice is only going to get her so far. Well, now he has her interest. He didn't bother to deny that second question, but if he really is here to admire the view. She isn't going to tell him to go away; his immediate presence hardly bothers her. It just meant he had good taste. The hand she'd aimed towards the stones was subsequently turned towards Klein as the leonine woman ruffled his hair.

"Keh... no kiddin'. That's easier said than done, though. Not a lot of arrancar are here to play the teacher role unless it'd benefit em'. Maybe, I'll just bite the bullet and look."

Placing a hand at her hip, she cants her head to the side, her head remaining atop his head as she leaned down to get a good view of him.

"Well then. If you're not here to fight, what are ya here for, shortie?"

She isn't so arrogant to say she expects the answer, but obviously he's hanging around her for one reason or another. It's up to him, though. He can play the coy game, or just spill the beans. She's playfully curious now. No doubt, one would consider that an ideal situation with her as opposed to her typical antics.

"Is that so?"

This little guy is already stroking her interests. She wasn't one for seeking assistance, but if she could find someone who was willing and able for the right price... then she has little to complain about. Heh, he's certainly amusing so far. Throwing a compliment in to butter her up. Despite her bitchy exterior, she certainly respected a compliment just like any other woman would. Klein's already earning his stars. Question was, could he keep it up?

"Yeah, this place is a total bore outside. I can't exactly blame ya there. At the very least, you have a good tastes. Hope the view is provin' to be everything ya hoped for," she humored, stroking her fingers along his hair as she continued to pat his head. Heh, this one is interesting.

"What's your name, shortie?"

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. For a little guy, he certainly had a way with words. Bold, too. Just how she likes it. He was making a fine impression. He'd caught her at a perfect time, truth be told. The training was a bust, but her mood was pretty mellow otherwise. He's a good diversion from boredom. All things considered, he was an amusing little guy to have around. A fine source of entertainment in this dull expanse of sand. Of course, Amaranta's more than aware he might have an ulterior motive. Nothing is ever free, especially not in a realm like this. Everyone had a price. She was simply wondering what his might be. She'd humor him for now, though. It certainly beats the fruitless endeavor she was engaging in moments ago.

"Amaranta. Nice to meetcha, Klein. You have good tastes, little guy."

A playful quip. Quite simply, if anyone found her attractive, they had good tastes. That's simply the way her mind worked. She'd worked pretty hard for a figure like this, to say nothing of her respective talents. As they say - if you got it, flaunt it. That's what she's all about. Leaning down, she'd playfully scratch his chin, posing a question in return, shooting straight to the point.

"Nothing's free, so what do you want in return, Klein? Pretty sure you didn't approach me just to butter me up."

Another chortle followed after he boldly set out his intentions. He could've clarified, but she's no idiot. His intent is as clear as day. On one hand, he does have one thing going for him. For a shortie, he's pretty easy on the eyes. In a word? Cute. Of course, the leonine woman was indeed every bit as fiery as her title. Feisty was only one way of describing it. Still, he has something she wants. Information on someone that could help her fix her issue. It's his leverage that makes this so tricky. Weighing the options, she could certainly ditch Klein and search for the woman herself. Yet, that could take longer than her impatient spirit might handle. On the other hand, he could be playing her like a fiddle. A possibility, to be sure, but only a conjecture at the moment. Decisions, decisions. She isn't typically one to give up the goods without someone earning it. Looking at him, she doesn't see anything resembling a fighter. He'd made that known the moment he approached her. As if handling a pet, she's stroking his chin while contemplating the particulars.

"Perhaps. Still, I ain't in the business of handin' out the goods to just anyone. Most would have to earn it through a fight, but you're no fighter. For one on one time, I'd at least want a certainty. Ya got a cute face, so that's one thing goin' for ya. But, what says you won't just make a break for it after you've had your fun, Klein~? I don't even have this lady's name yet. "

Despite the playful air, her blunt tone is still shining through. He genuinely could have a good time, and never be heard from again. People were simply underhanded like that, or sleazy. Whatever term one chose to attach to it, she supposed.