The last meeting I'd had with a male one on one....That was when my rib was cracked. Not a particularly happy memory, nor was it the worst. But then, I'd met Erebos when I had seen that other wench, but Erebos is my brother, so its not quite the same thing. I could honestly say I was inexperianced at dealing with the opposite gender, that's definately not a lie. But...this felt so strange, so awkward, to be honest. Not like I knew how to deal with this thing. I couldn't really ask anyone, I wasn't close with any of my family, not like I'd know how to ask them about this anyway.

I didn't want to be excoriated for this anyway. If I made a mistake, well, then it's on me. I didn't even know if any of my siblings were involved with anyone, and hold on, that kind of thinking is not like me and it's gonna stop riiiiight there. I stretched, a slightly arrogant move, but not in the manner of being dominant over him, because lets face it, I didn't know where he stood with my father and while usually I'd be all over someone trying to act above me, I'm trying to be a good daughter, for once. But he seemed upset by my answer, and I tried my hardest to suppress the chuckle that slipped through my lips, but it made its way out anyway. I watched as he seemed to only seethe more, and I had to draw in a slow breath to keep myself from laughing--again.

He seemed more peeved than I had originally thought he would be, but then again, I was the best at pushing peoples buttons.

The way he spoke my name gave me chills. Underidge. Hmm, interesting name, I wondered if it had a meaning behind it, but then he began to speak again. Imprint. "Is that supposed to mean something to me hotshot?" I hadn't heard of imprints before, not directly, or the meaning behind the whole imprint bond. I wanted to say I didn't feel anything towards this male, but there was some sort of string-like feeling that made it hard for me to be purely dismissive like I wanted so badly to be, I didn't want to like him, because it didn't really sound like he liked me any at all, but then again. I'm all about trying to turn over a new leaf here, trying to be little miss nice girl, but it doesn't appear it's going to work much.

I guess in a way I was more taciturn in my speech, and would rather not speak up unless I really wanted to know what was going on, and by god when I wanted to be heard I had no qualms about sticking up for myself. That was something I got from my mother. Make no doubt about that.