Grouse Thicket Dancing on our feet to an introspective beat

He noticed her slip, that much was obvious, but said nothing of it, which made her glad. She didn't want to speak of that, not in the slightest, that odd, nervous feeling she had had. She was a Warlord (Well, almost), a warrior. Warlords did not get...flustered. Nico was true in the thought that she had little experience with this flirting, her skillset was vastly different. She shook the incident from her mind, resolving not to make such a slip in the future. 

Luckily for Nico, she did not, in fact, have an obsession with corpses, though her thoughts travelled along the same line. Why did she trust him? It was a gut feeling, she thought, a respect, perhaps. Still she would be careful, for while she knew quite a few things about the handsome male now, he could still have hidden depths she had yet to discover. He had certainly drawn her eye in a way that few, very few, had before, and she hoped to at least make theirs a friendly relationship. 

Then, surprisingly, he asked about joining her pack. She was glad for his interest, for he seemed to have many things he could teach her peers, and she was sure that he would make a fine addition to their ranks. Her small smile returned at his good nature, and she thought a moment before speaking her mind. "The chances are high, should you address my Lord and Lady with respect. They are fair and kind, and their pack is one of learning. It is a place where one may grow with the teachings of others, and spread their own knowledge." she smiled again, tilting her head in the slightest. "I believe you would fit in well, should it be your wish to join us."