Blood feuds. She might not have been able to understand them even if they had been described to her time and time again; her family had never been involved in such things. Her father had mentioned the Jester King's tendency to kill their kin, at least Indus', but it had never been an overt feud or at least not one Pan had been given to tend to. Instead, her family had done well to simply exist and prosper where they could - the idea that her blood under any other circumstances might have lead to another despising her for it alone frustrated her because it was unfathomable. Foolish, it was. It had been why she had been hesitant towards packs for so long, too. They often held such...petty feuds and grudges and she had no hope in understanding them. But for Tithe? Well, she might make the exception and try a little harder.

Her ears had shot back at his no, sure that her eyes must have given some clue but then they flickered forward cautiously when he mentioned her voice. Of course, she had never heard it though she had dreamed of what she had imagined it as - like a snake, a caustic thing. His voice. Her eyes narrowed and she nodded tentatively, knowing well to not push too deep into that side of Tithe's psyche - at least not for now. For all his strength and outward appearances, Pandora had come to understand that there were...peculiarities to him that required careful handling at times. Some had chosen to try and villiafy him in the past over those peculariaties and so, she'd not dare to give them another opportunity to do so. For now, the woman was put to rest. There was a connection there and, for now at least, it seemed to run blood-deep. That was enough for now.

And so it felt natural to allow herself to fall into a more casual aura; she batted at him and snorted at his pointed gaze. "I can't help but think those words have a particular target in mind," she snorted, pouted in his direction and turned her ears back though her lip curled up in mischief. "It's a good thing I am neither arrogant or a victim of overestimation, don't you think?" She rose somewhat then and stretched her legs out, a childish attempt to show whatever strength she might possess as she stuck her chest out. It was rare, though less so as she grew more comfortable with herself and him, for her to give to such folly but...it felt appropriate in those moments. They both needed to relax, no? "Maybe you ought to show your weak little imprint how it's done sometime." She watched down at him with a raised brow then, a blatant challenge now before she poked at him with a paw to his chest.