She doesn't seem to mind the appraisal in the least, a slight grin curling at the corners of her lips as she notices his eyes linger. Her own sweeping across the muscled planes of his chest exposed by the cut of his shirt. She knew a lot of Uratha that would be jealous of that musuculature...and a lot more women who'd appreciate them. "And you fill yours out pretty well yourself," there's a definite purr to the end of that sentence. "Kitty likes" or "Me-ow" probably would have been a bit over the top, even given the costume.
"Catwoman," she taps one nail teasingly against the slice of bare skin on his chest, letting it drag teasingly as she moves in a slow circle around him, "The Halle Berry version. I've been told it wasn't the greatest movie, but..." her eyes flicker down briefly to the black leather criss-crossing her frame, "it couldn't have been all bad."
"Which would make the other vigilante the Caped Crusader himself," those eyes sparkle up at him, a mixture of curiosity and mischief showing in their depths, "Or has that oppressive governor you humiliate not allowed Batman comics into California?"