<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/57/11/c357112f56a80a8dde93a49960cd4d7b.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - midday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Women's Dorms, Room 202<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Heart in his throat, still<br/><br/>When Libby relaxed back into his arms, Troy could finally let out a little breath as things were starting to calm. This was one of the small moments he had begun to treasure greatly with her, when she let him be close and just there with her. He lightly stroked his fingertips down the outside of her arm and smiled as he offered her a bit of sandwich. He actually snagged it with his teeth from her hand with a chuckle, taking only a moment to 'wolf' down the chunk of meat and bread. He held her wrist with his large hand and actually licked off a bit of sauce from her fingers playfully. "Mmm... thank you."<br/><br/>He had been about to ask her a few more questions about how she went from prison to the Academy but then..<br/><br/><strong>"So what now? Don't you need to ...confirm I'm yours?" </strong><br/><br/>His back went a bit rigid and he inwardly groaned. Of course she would ask that, it made sense. The actual how-to made sense to some degree, in were-culture, but right now it might sound like a line. "Well..." He chewed on his thoughts for a moment before doing his best to answer her without getting another punch. "There is a way to know for sure but before I explain it to you..." Troy scooted around her so that he was looking into her eyes. "I need you to know that I like who you are Libitina... even without the lion inside of me roaring to life every time we are close. Okay? You are feisty, strong, and so brave to push past what you have been through to try and understand your powers." He let a few fingers run through the hair that framed her face. "And you are so very beautiful." He leaned, perhaps stretching his luck a little, to place a small kiss on the tip of her nose.<br/><br/>Here goes nothing. "To be sure that a pair are mates, they must... have unprotected sex. Once the man has cum inside the woman a mark like a brand will appear here.." He lightly touched at the upper part of her thigh through the blanket, more of a demonstration than him coping a feel. "I'm in no rush to find out, and ... I would never try to pressure you into something you weren't ready for." He grinned. "Not that you would let me try to pressure you anyway." He had spoken the truth, he liked that she was spirited and passionate - even if it came out as aggressively spicy at times.