that thieving bastard

Vanta's expression shifted to one of confusion and embarrassment as she processed Lia's words, her disappointed expression. She stammered slightly, trying to find the right words, her usual composure momentarily faltering.

"I - I'm sorry, Lia," Vanta began, her voice both apologetic and earnest. "I didn't mean to imply that... It's just that my protective instincts are strong, perhaps too strong at times." She gave a small, self-deprecating chuckle. "An inherited trait, I guess. My father, Sirius, he's... well, you know." Her head gave a disappointed shake.

Glancing at the scar beside Lia's eye, Vanta continued. "You are a wolf who can stand her ground, and I apologize for not acknowledging that. You've defended yourself recently, even, have you not?" She gestured to the mark.

Gathering her thoughts with a steady inhale, the flustered woman spoke further. "It's not that I'm ashamed, but, to me, sex as a transaction, it's... it's abhorrent. It's a crime as morally black as they come. I'd rather face death than be a part of that. I swore not too long ago to face death fighting it." Her crystalline eyes burned with a fervent, passionate light. "Sex should stem from love, from a burning passion. It should be an explosion of feeling that happens when that love can not be contained for.. for even a moment longer. It should be about connection, not obligation or currency."