Winchester is much to shy for my liking and yet, I DO like it. The way that he stares at me as if I am the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. It makes me preen but inside, my heart races, my mouth waters, excitement boils. I frown at his words, brows slamming down and giving me a rather fierce expression. "No desire to be a king?" There is clear doubt in my voice, as if the very idea is preposterous to me. Nevermind the face that he didn't want to, I think in time that might change. We are young and I understand that with age, priorities change. After all, a mere hour ago he had not had ME as his imprint, but now his world was invariably changed and he would do whatever would make me happy. Hopefully.

A sharp smile is given at his words. "One day you might even think that," I coo. It had always worked to change the minds of my brothers when I was feeling especially vindictive. Maybe it would work to make Winchester do a double take on his own aspirations. No one wanted a pauper if they could have a prince.

It is clear that his lifestyle is much different than my own. Adopted siblings? Somehow, I don't imagine Enya would ever adopt another wolf's pups. I grunted in acknowledgement of his words but otherwise shrugged. What else could I say? Was HIS family the odd one for being so detached or was mine for being so up-in-our-business? Maybe it was just me and my two brothers. Sekh was slightly distant from us but mother trusted her and so I would do as Enya asked.

His next offer thought sees me grin suddenly, although it is edged with persuasion. "I would like both, actually," I say, quite boldly. "Say, since I'm already here and my brothers have yet to show themselves, what do you say if we start exploring now?" There is a coy tilt to my head, a sweet bat of my eyes, because I assume he will be likely overwhelmed by my abrupt offer.