He was thick skulled, and hard to drill a point into. It was hard to see through all the games the Nymph was playing. Say one thing, and the the next go drawing him? It was like some twisted carnival ride that he was a part of. When did his life turn out like this, and where did he go wrong? He wonders. Wric never needed a woman's approval. Back at his village? He had it all of it. They knew he was a stable provider, a warrior of Dionysus, and a fertile breeder. That's all they needed to know. Lim was a different conquest entirely, and he wasn't sure how to conquer her. He wanted that validation from her. The sense of accomplishment it comes from bagging someone out of your league, but it wasn't going to come easy. He sits on the bed beside her watching as she manages the combined work of their thesis, and makes according changes. "A little rough, but if we knock it out now, at least it's done, and over with." Wric smiles, but his mind is on other things. Eyes roaming over the ass that is hitched just behind that sash. That he has experience with seeing. Cheeks flushing red as the mind goes back to last night with the shampoo bottle, and her calling his name. She was so full of shit, and he hated that he was left with these unresolved feelings of want.<br/><br/>"You're right, actually.. I should go explore campus. Maybe I'll see some cute girls who'll be into my fur." You stupid idiot. She doesn't want somebody whose going to sleep around. His mind tells him that, but his body has wants, and if Lim was going to pretend to be disinterested then he could find willing candidates elsewhere.