"Would I?" Jones laughs. "I'll take your word for it, although I can't really imagine myself among such..." Flattery, flattery. She likes flattery. "...such creatures of ethereal beauty. I've always been a bit of a salt-of-the-earth sort of person, I feel." She smiles, though, and meets the Huntress's eyes as she shifts her hand subtly and lays the other on top of Anna's wrist.

And, with a quick movement of her fingers, draws a glowing cross there with the last of the moonpool water on her fingertip.