Don't you dare

The man refused to answer her request for things she could do, instead he came back with a fiery response. Calling her a wench and a common rat; this made Basilias’ eyes light up. If this man was anything like the rest of the wolves here she was bound to enjoy herself. She didn’t care much for the fact that he had insulted her but the fact that he had done it at all made her giddy. His display of masculinity made it clear to her that he thought highly of himself, Basilia could see herself doing one of two things with this male and she wasn’t sure quite yet where this encounter would lead.

He insulted her again by calling her a bitch and asking for her name. Tasteful? There was no question about it, her name was rather beautiful if she had anything to say about it. “The bitch calls herself Basilia, a name only tasteful to those with actual taste.  And what does the Weakling here call himself?” She full well knew what she doing and she liked it “Oh mister high and mighty pack wolf.” If he was going to get in her face she would get up in his. A pack wolf had no right to be questioning her superiority when they had the opportunity to sit back and depend on others besides themselves.