The Sentinels the roof was pretty windy and she didn't say a word

His eyes follow her as she recoils at his words -- Anore Anneriwock of Tartok would have witnessed such an act as weakness and submission, and as such, unfit for her rank. But Anore had no place here, and as a gentle breeze swept past him in that moment, Constantine would feel his father's very soul whisper to his ear then, remind him that he was a Mayfair, and these darker thoughts held no purchase here.
 
He wilted then, as if the touch of breeze had been as connected as the touch of Lasher's fatherly nose upon his cheek, and his gaze softened in that moment. "I'm sorry.  You've avoided me since the day I came here-- I wasn't sure what you thought of my family." He had not known the girl to look to Lasher as a father as well, and now the man tipped his muzzle downward, revealing his own submission to her.