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He watches her, assessing her and planning for her even before she fully committed to his pack. The strength she carried was evident, as it had been since the day they met. Dethroning did not always mean a wolf was weak, simply outmatched. He was strong because he trained vigorously to be so, and kept his mind sharper with puzzles like the mysterious women of his harem. Listening to her words, and deigning to reply only when she had stopped her chatter, Lucifer dons a warm smile and his hard gemstone eyes soften only a little. "I wouldn't say no, you need the shelter and I need wolves worthy to be in my court. I need those of like minds together so I may move my own agenda forward. You seem strong, you sound strong, but I wonder what exactly you can do." Deep, rattling tones hold a hint of amusement in them.

This was a social call as much as an assessment of her skills and smarts. He would become highly disinterested if she were to simply prattle on about herself the way some females were prone to doing, and Lucifer held her in more of a high regard in the fact that Lucaya was most definitely not most females. "I take it you are native to Blossom Forest then? Perhaps you know where the dark wolves enjoy hiding themselves. There may be something in it for you if you can find wolves who would be good candidates for Malignant Felicity. I am not interested in the weak or kind hearted, so do not bring any of those ilk into my kingdom." With that, he measures her reaction to his order, if she was going to live under his roof, he expected her to bow as every other follower. Retired queen or not.
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