He watched her in the same way she watched him. Their pale gazes intermingled. They were alike but horribly different. The woman was a woman of purity and class. Her body had never been touched by a man or a woman. Her mind was set on keeping it that way until a man worthy enough came along to impregnate her birthing organs. She was veyr old fashioned, unlike most Dogs one would meet. But, it was just the way she was raised. A comment was let forth and her pride was shot in the tail. Why would she not have manners, "Of course I do. A lady does not leave the den without them, no matter whom you speak to." Her nose was pointed up. Their attitudes were evenly matched. Her spunk made up for her size, there was no doubt.
He asked her a question, as if he was planning something. She tilted her head and instantly thought of her skills. The woman was not shy when it came to speaking of herself. "I was raised as royalty. I am wonderful with people and I am a master with politics. I am also a glorious fisher, I taught myself how to do it, actually." She giggled softly, she spoke with those gentle french tones. Her voice as etched with pride that swelled up enough to be popped. "Why is it you ask? Isardis?"
