8 rules for dating my teenage (adult) daughter

Though Sparhawk was no spring pup, Rhyme was almost double his age. He deferred to the man, nodding when given thanks and minding his manners. Not that he didn't always mind his manners anyway, he was just more aware of them in this case. "Let me explain gift," he rumbled good naturedly. "The nanaluk fur is from bear that I kill myself. I turn the fur into sack that I carry from place to place." He smiled again and gave a little shrug. "Now I'm here with Po-em where I will stay, so I give my travel fur to you. The honey is gift to show my skill. I brew and sell mead. I mold clay." He was trying to prove that he wasn't just some lazy wolf. He had a skill set and he was a hard worker.

Rhyme spoke again and Sparhawk grinned. "I was searching for you too. I wanted to..." He broke off for a moment, searching for the right words in Rhyme's tongue. "Wanted to getting your blessing." That wasn't right, but it was close enough. "I want to ask Po-em to marry. I want to keep her safe and love her always." Dark ears flicked forward as he fixed the older man with his intense ruby stare. "I wanted to ask you first." He continued to stare at Rhyme hopefully.