"Very cute.  You're more than just some random ride of his.  I can smell the feckin' mark."  The Irish brogue became more apparent still.  "He's never Claimed anyone before.  As for who I am...well with all that's happened the past few weeks...that's not as clear as it should be."  There was an amber cast to his eyes as he looked at her.  He just lounged across the door, apparently leisurely, but his bulk and position blocked exit, short of pushing him physically out of the way.