Jaron had not really hung around werewolves all too much, at least not in the last few years and he was wondering if Aleron’s senses were as in tune as his own senses.   Jaron assumed that once they acclimated that they would be more connected.  Jaron should his head internally not believing he was thinking about that at this moment, how was this even going to work.  When vampires mated they always drank from their mate, would he even be able to do that with this mate.  Jaron always enjoyed that part of the sexual experience because it made him feel closer to his mate.<br/><br/>The reason Jaron even got on this internal diatribe was his senses continued to pick up on certain scents that Aleron was putting off.  He of course could smell the dog, but he could sense that he was nervous and that he wanted to leave the dais just about as fast as Jaron wanted to.  Jaron had never been one for overly large groups of people.  He could run a council meeting, but that was the extent of it.  Jaron was glad once the speeches were over because that meant they could move off of the dais, but what they had to do next was not that thrilling for Jaron.  It was their first official dance as an engaged couple.<br/><br/>Jaron looked over to Aleron and then leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Just this one dance and I promise you we can leave, or at least adjourn to a more private setting.”  Jaron was still holding onto Aleron hand and was finding that it was not a bothersome as he thought it was going to be.