When his mate touched him, it felt like sparks and fire blazed where he had touched Vladimir even when his mate stopped touching him. After being placed down and turned around to face his mate, their eyes connected for a second and Vladimir almost didn't catch what his mate was saying.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000BF">"Now hold up one damn minute. Let me explain my reaction before you start to get hurt,"</span>His mate paused and seemed to calm his emotions, then his mate blushed. Vladimir was stunned. He had never seen someone go through so many emotions in one sitting in reference to himself. It was always anger and disgust. Then his mate started again and was stuttering, it was cute.<span style="color: #0000BF">"I wasn't..expecting..i mean..it was a surprise..um..look i wasn't expecting a male to be my mate.."</span>His mate paused again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">He wasn't expecting a ma- Oh... he was expecting a girl...</span></span>Vladimir was saddened. He was already disappointing his mate.<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">He is probably straight. I doubt he'd be bi-sexual, that would be in the positive for me. Most of the things that happen to me are never for my benefit...</span></span><br/><br/>His mate started speaking again, softer,<span style="color: #0000BF">"I'm not rejecting you...but I'm not completely accepting you yet. You're still new to me and so is the fact being you're a guy..I've never been with a guy before.. Just give it some time to let it sink in alright?"</span><br/><br/>Vladimir couldn't believe his ears, which were sticking up straight in surprise. His mate wasn't rejecting him.<span style="font-style: italic">His mate wasn't rejecting him!</span><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">But... my mate has never been with a male before... what if he is disgusted by being with a male?... By being with me?</span></span>His ears drooped a bit at that thought.<br/><br/>Vladimir looked away from his mate and down at his feet. His ears twitching.<span style="color: #00FF00">"... Okay..."</span>He answered in barely a whisper, not wanting his mate to change his mind just because he spoke. Flashes of fists flew before him as he remembered when he used to speak up for himself against<span style="font-style: italic">them.</span>He blinked a few times to make the images go away, still looking at his feet with his head slightly bowed.