Swiftcurrent Creek who do you think you are? who do you think i am?

He licked his lips, pausing, as if he could place this conversation on hold to spare the feelings of the fragile dove before him. As if he could somehow reassure Durnehviir of his faithfulness to her, so that she would actually familiarize herself with one of the more important wolves of his past. It wasn’t lost on him that both could be closer friends than even he and Aria if they gave one another a chance.
 
There was no point in lying. Durnehviir was a kind soul – but he could not hide any of this from her. “She worries that my feelings for you are still more than.. platonic.”