I settled before him, waiting with an unimpressed look on my face, waiting for him to even utter a single word as I glared at his nervous face over the brim of my glass of the sweetest wine to ever touch my lips.
"It seemed to me you don't want to speak and you'd rather just sit there all day," I bluntly announced, "Say something worth hearing or leave," I deadpanned.
"My apologies," he muttered, "I was kind of waiting for you to open up about a few things about yourself, not knowing you were waiting for me instead."
I scoffed, "What could I possibly have to say to you?" I retorted, "Actually," I straightened up as an idea flashed through my head as I tried to make sense of it all, "Tell me about whatever nonsense you werewolves are up to. This whole mate and destiny thing, the talk of the gods, the kidnapping; is it something that has to always be done when you are to start searching for a wife?" I questioned.
