you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

She tried not to think about how she could feel Wilder against her side. A tough give to support instead of take. Who would have thought? She knew he'd turn out to be a bastard just like the rest of them eventually. But for now he was giving her an interesting side of himself. She found herself… almost enjoying the conversation. The challenge. She wanted to see him squirm.


“Never did figure out which of the bastards he was.” She said agreeably. He didn't look too phased. His hair didn't even stand on end and he was quick to change the subject to Oleander's prowess. The bastard.


“Ohhh” She said thoughtfully, limping along beside him. “You're shopping for the other side. I'll let Oleander know you want to see him flex his hunky muscles and fight off a polar bear for you.” She fluttered her lashes at him innocently.