It struck Orion as something funny, that Cassiopeia's suggestion of a ride sounded more like a challenge than an invitation. For some reason, he felt empathy for her parents, as she all but appeared to be a handful. Headstrong. Opinionated. He actually liked those qualities in a woman, as he knew far too many who fell on the opposite end of the personality spectrum.<br/><br/>Too right, an inner voice reminded him, and she is to be your wife. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks had landed on his head. And then it all landed on his head again. I would just as soon attempt to tame a wild, rabid wolf than one such as her, he answered the voice. What is the difference? the voice struck back. Orion remained mentally quiet, as he knew when he was bested.<br/><br/>Discreetly watching her eat, he wondered how much of a struggle it was for her to maintain proper, ladylike manners. A wild wolf, after all, had no use for a fork and a knife.