Marion had been ready to set him straight, but as piqued as she was, he was right. This was neither the time nor the place to have this discussion. But it was obvious that he'd never seen her efforts to connect with him at all, and if he'd done the same the results had been identical.<br/><br/>She glanced at the remaining "stars" of the auction, then down at the holding pens where the regular dross was kept. "I wonder what's special about that one that she isn't being lotted off with the rest of the slaves," she mused, not really asking. The feline female didn't look special. Then again, the last one hadn't looked particularly special, either, and nobody could have predicted the modifications made to the banshee.<br/><br/>Nodding, she considers the possibility of making her own acquisition. Unfortunately, she'd been telling him the truth. She really did want him, specifically, and his seeming lack of interest once they'd taken up their life together had only made her more frustrated and unhappy as time had gone on, leading to their first fight.