Calm settled over the dwelling, making Taryn feel as if she had lived in this place and with this Beastkin her entire life, as if she were part of the clan. She rarely felt this settled when in Home, Maybe the duties there kept her vigilant rather than relaxed. Few people in Home touched each other so freely and certainly not her, a Warrior Talent. Listening to the flute and to the pleasant rumbling talk of  Raschen lulled her into peacefulness, encouraging her to let down her guard.<br/><br/>"When you were in the Denizen, you did something that few are able to do. I marveled at your strength." Taryn remarked, leaning back against the cushions. relaxing after several sips of ale. At Raschen's puzzled look, she continued, "You did not go alone  with Greta's playfulness. Few men can. Jax has told me of the officials who empty their pockets and I suspect the coffers of Home to possess Greta for a short while. But you, such restraint. You have power over your instincts and desires. Don't try to deny it, you did desire her. What man doesn't? and you are a man, albeit a Beastkin."<br/><br/>Taryn was being neither flirtatious or sarcastic but straightforward and sincere, for that was the only way she knew.<br/><br/>The flute music stopped outside and voices began more brisk, but that did not disturb the atmosphere within.<br/><br/>She accepted a piece of cheese from his paw and listened with pleasure as he spoke.