Zafira led the way into her sumptuous chamber and indicated a low chair for Raschen. She drew several deep breaths, each making the mounting fury burn hotter. She poured him some water, gesturing for him to purify it before he drank. The priestess warred with the mother and instead of one being defeated, they joined forces.<br/><br/>"A blind Hase could tell that abomination is afoot and I am neither!" she said softly, shaking her head, making the beads in her braids tinkle. "You were sent on a peace keeping mission, not a lust induced journey. As a captain of the Kuguar, you have certain standards to uphold. As a professional you do not consort with ambassadors. You stay focused on your mission." Her voice was rising sharply, but all the while modulated with steely control.<br/>"We come from a long line of Kuguar who have upheld the laws and the treaties in the Warren. The respect given us by the other clans comes from our strength and our adherence to the law. You," she pointed at Raschen, the bracelets on her wrist clashing together. "You have laid waste 200 years of reputation  by your obvious interest in this Hume! There will be no mating between you. Is this understood?"<br/><br/>Zafira's voice blazed and her words could have lashed the skin off the back of any Kuguar. Hers was the voice of authority within the clan. Her chin came up and her ruby eyes narrowed.<br/>"You have not yet defiled yourself,, have you?"