Werewolf's canine head tilted sideways puzzled. He wouldn't never admitted, but he was... charmed. Being a large beast with teeth and all didn't make happened things like that commonly. All his experience were based upon some fearfully screams, treating knights or anger peasants pitchfork armed. No, without doubt... a fickle princess pointing the grossness of being between his tusks had never happened to him: but he was enjoying this too much.<br/><br/>"So, that..." hardly he's manage to stop a grin "...brings us to a problem; Certainly,<em>I</em>wouldn't give up all the hunting effort for just<em>good gratitude</em>; In which other way<em>my prey</em>would be able to satisfy my<em>hunger</em>?"<br/><br/>Werewolf snout's loosely his jaw, he would know the right answer, so she would know... but never admit.