Aor was a rare male indeed, with his gentleman like behavior of kissing the back of her hand. Not to mention the way he met her gaze, holding her eyes with his own, such confidence. Eye contact was terribly important in the world of wolves. Only those who were dominate and confident in their abilities ever made eye contact and held it. Smiling and giving the proper coy/blush reaction that one would expect for a young woman to have, â€œWell I am not originally from here so...â€ she said with a light shrug, looking up when the waitress brought over the wine and a pair of steaks for the both of them.<br/><br/>She took a long sip of the wine, wishing that the blood colored liquid actually had any affect on her aside from tasting exceptional. The curse of having a high metabolism meant she had to eat more and there was little to no chance of her ever becoming intoxicated; even on nights when that was what she wished. Lowering the glass she allowed her finger to play lightly across the rim of the glass, taking a moment before answering his question in regards to her being troubled. She scoffed mentally at the word<span style="font-style: italic">troubled</span>. If it were just a bit of trouble she would not feel like this, she would not feel like her whole world had come crashing down on her. Trouble she could handle, but this emptiness threatened to destroy her.<br/><br/>After a moment she spoke softly, â€œThis is a troubled time in our world, to say one is troubled or has troubles is like commenting on them breathing...â€ she sighed and gave an apologetic smile, â€œForgive me it has just been a long day. I am indeed for tired and troubled, though I am hesitant to involve another in my problemsâ€ her smile lessened somewhat as she began to cut into her steak. Taking a bite she chewed it slowly, savoring the taste while she waited for him to respond.