Lyall smiled softly, â€œYou know you would think someone who lived with wolves that I would not take such comments to heart?â€ she teased herself slightly as she ate a bit. Her stomach doing belly flops and rolls just from having stared so steadily at him. God was he so amazing. Yes. Amazing would be the word that she would use to describe him, even though that did not truly fit him either. All of her life she has been the bottom of the pack, the low man on the totem pole. It was just hard to think that someone as amazing as him would want to be with someone like her.<br/><br/>He seemed to want her, physically anyway and when he murmured those sweet words of love to her, she felt the emotion behind them. Why did she have to be so fucked up? So damaged and broken, no wonder her pack treated her like she was odd. It was because she was. Sighing softly she ate silently for a bit before trying to repair the damage she felt she had caused.<br/><br/>Reaching across the table she rested her hand atop his own, looking him in the eyes when he looked over at her. She gave him a smile, â€œHow delicious do I smell?â€ she teased a bit biting her bottom a bit as she arched her eyebrows a bit. While this again was a bit forward of her she did not want him to think that she was not interested in him. If only she were brave enough to confess how often she thought of him as she laid in bed at home alone. Laying there wondering what it would feel like to have him there with her? If he would even want to be like that with her?<br/><br/>Funny enough that she now could answer those questions which made her teasing smile turn into one of genuine affection and happiness even though she did not notice the change.