RETH
Reth mentally scanned back through the previous moments of conversation. What had he said to her that would make her angry? He'd only spoken about her choosing him. Why would that anger her?
Human women were strange. She had him tied in knots and she wasn't even trying.
"Well?" she snapped.
"I'm sorry, what did you ask me?" he said, then cleared his throat. She really was stunning when she wasn't cowering.
"I said, on what planet would I have to choose you? You're the King. You're the rutting stag. I'm the… what did they call me? The weak human? The coward? Why would the choice be mine?"
"Because you're the female," he said, confused. Had he so badly misunderstood the mating rituals in the human world? "The female always chooses… at least, for the mating." He cleared his throat again and scratched the back of his neck. Her sensitivity to the subject was beginning to rub off on him, which was ridiculous.
