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Mother Night.

Steak and Blow Job day?

Is that all you males think of?

I reiterate my statement about Graysfang: The one advantage to wolves is that they can at least lick their own balls.

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No, and you'll notice I've never brought it up, either.

*grumbles something about female moods*

You find it abhorrent, then? Or just the "holiday"?

What do you think all those men wanted from me? How could I...enjoy. That.

The same way I enjoy Marian after years of being forced to do something I hated.

I didn't say I didn't enjoy...anything.

But there is no pleasure in that. Satisfaction for giving pleasure, perhaps, but not...

It shouldn't be expected. It shouldn't be something a woman is forced to do.

Did Falonar expect you?

It's none of your concern.

That's what I thought.

I'll be right back. There's someone I need to go kill...

*snarls*

He didn't force me. I can fight my own battles.

Let me serve. And don't snarl at me, I can snarl right back at you.

He's my second-in-command, but not for long. You are family.

And what was between us was between us.

It doesn't concern you. Not any of you. Haven't I made that clear?

*narrows eyes*

Does Saetan know everything he did?

He didn't do anything to me, Lucivar. Let it be.

*crosses arms, growling*

I'll let it go... for now.

You want to serve? You'll let it go for now and forever. You'll respect my wishes, my feelings in this matter.

*snarls*

Fine.

*mumbles something about sneaking Protocal into the conversation*

*arches an eyebrow*

Thank you.

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