Takes Two To Tango

Well, he had certainly gotten her attention. The smirk grew as she whipped her head around, and he swore he could hear every bone in her neck popping she did it - though that was probably just his imagination. She seemed discontent to just sit there glaring, and yet for a long while no words spilled out of her mouth. He tilted his head slightly, amusedly watching her sputter and try to form some sort of argument. Finally it came, and she not so subtly threw in that they had done it twice. As her inner fire quelled she explained herself further. She'd thought he would ridicule her. His ears fell back over his skull, almost insulted that she'd been afraid of such a thing. "Anyone who says there's anything wrong with it is a damn fool." There was no if, and, or but about it. "And I'm the last one to pass judgement on such a subject. My parents were siblings." He had never thought anything odd or out of the ordinary about is parents also being his aunt and uncle. Their family had always been a twisted, gnarled mess of brilliance and supremacy. He wasn't about to start doubting the Armada way now. He softened his features, letting her know he was genuine about what he'd said. His tail tapped the earth restlessly as he felt the vigor returning to his body after their bit of exercise. "What would your brother think.. if he knew about us?"