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Burke saw the girl turn her head, not sure if he liked being insulted once more. True, their insulting was always rather playful but her mystery and curious way of thinking always made the male shift some gears. He was not dealing with a Black Feather Woods wolf after all. It was rather refreshing. Once again it sounded almost playful. Burke had to dig deep to find a spark of creativity. "Do you want me to cease to exist?," Burke returned then. 

"I am not going to expose my secret if I could turn into a butterfly," he returned on a playful tone too. As always, the large male was keen on stepping closer to her. He hadn't seen her in a long time but she looked definitely better than last time. That trademark smirk on his face. He wasn't sure if he had changed because of the blast attack. Meldresi did have to push a stick down this throat. Often he was still a bit tired. Maybe it was because he was getting older. "So am I an uncle or not?" he then asked with some curiosity, trying to test how sensitive the topic was.