It wasn't that hard to guess, was it? She would be doing something much more productive if she was not still ranked as a commoner. A promotion was just what she needed, and the way this interesting conversation was going, she might just get that. Did these high ranked wolves give out promotions so often? Or perhaps the lady had found herself the prime moment to be given one.
"I am Aislinn," The woman answered, almost submissively. Her tone was faintly intrigued and her flickering eyes keen and sharp, facing the larger man. She would roll out her final words, her wanted rank. "I desire to be a militant."
She wouldn't go for a high position, the woman could not possibly be worthy enough for it. A fighter position was perfect for now, just until she can train herself to a better rank. Would the position simply be handed to her or would she have to spar to claim it? It was the male's decision, not her's.
"Speech"