He takes a seat as she steps back all bristled up as the two looked each other over, he had grown up in a different world than she and knew too many dirty tricks to get ripped by the best of them, she moves in to take the prize and he patiently waits for her to be finished. When all is well and done he looks up from her feasting all the while contemplating his next move. To her question he pauses, but only for a moment matte black eyes show little emotion only deep endless voids, "the simple truth is no one gives up a meal, specially loners. Since you do not smell of pack it was easy to make you mine."

He only nods his head with a moment of a grin, his throat gives off another deep chuckle. "As the real truth a gift of food is offered at great risks, it is like a contract" he states with with great ease he holds the handsome features of a god, he commands respect but he is also mortal of heart. A curse passed down to him from grand sire, to father, to son and possibly any of his children could have the genetic curse of the mortal heart. Aides blinks slowly as he moves to the carcass and begins to feed grabbing what he could and making the white hairs of his chest to appear as blood drops, after a moment he licks himself clean though not as strict as she had and he looks up at her stretched out "you are now a part of my clan, not a goddess in your own right but our pups will be caste forever as demi-gods." There is a large part of him that sounds commanding that she take him very seriously, though he is not a cruel god he can as most would over power her again if needed.

"Do you have any questions?" he asks with a blank face, she was a worthy creature to take from his meal and join the ranks of his mates, in time she might herself rise to the esteemed position of head-mate if she so strove with their clan to shine. Those that kept his attentions usually ended up able to breed in seasons when he wasn’t a casanova.