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There was something most wolves did not understand and it was that regardless of how lacking in serious qualities he was, it was what made him a dangerous prospect. Gideon was a man of lots of words and few that meant anything of significance. Even for those that came into his life. Yes. Gerhardt was an exception. Fact of the matter was, however, that if Kamala did become his wife, she would follow a strict line. She would be his. If she dared to trespass, punishment would be his to give and he would not restrict himself of giving quite the adequate bit of retribution if she could not stay where she was supposed to be.

Head held back royally the male flipped his tail behind him in a fairly relaxed manner, his thoughts both on a future with Kamala, and on the thought of Chrysanthe. She would make such a fine wife. So firm. So delicious. So easily wooed. He couldn't deny the fact that he felt drawn to her, she was alive with fire, passion, a drive that he could only feign unless his respect was truly earned. He was a complicated man regardless of what others thought and there was no chance that he was going to compromise who he was to be something that the world needed him to be. A duke for Seracia? Yes, he was perfect. He could veto or rule in new wolves, preferably females, and he could give his opinion, but things did not solely rest upon himself.

"Something tells me you'll be seeing a lot more of me, Kamala," he smirked, the decision was not his to bring to her attention and he had no plan or desire to do so, but fact of the matter was, if all went well, he would be bending her to his body very soon. "How have you been, my dear?" his words were smooth, left undersigned, free. He never needed to plan what he was going to say, another benefit of who he was. He could spend most of his life playing games, and he planned to. Perhaps one day he would find a reason to change, but there was no thread here, was there?