Hushed Willows that's nice, that's a nice sentiment

:D

He appeared to be growing a bit nervous, which caused Banner to pause after only two steps toward him.  A smile ghosted across her lips - she intended it to be a reassuring gesture, but their conversation didn't warrant that particular expression and so she let it pass.  Instead she tilted her head to the side and listened without judgement when he admitted how much he enjoyed what he'd done.  Wolves were hunters and though assassination wasn't the same thing, she could understand the thrill of the hunt in some small way.  Anger was something she avoided desperately, but in the back of her mind Banner knew she enjoyed the feeling of losing control, of hearing her heartbeat pound in her chest and how her blood always seemed to speed through her veins.

But she didn't let it define her.  Well, she tried not to let it define her.  Stark thought she'd been doing rather well for herself, actually.  So much so that he believed she'd earned the rank of Beta.  While he meant absolutely everything to her, Banner couldn't discount that he was perhaps a bit biased when it came to her.  Not that she minded personally, of course, but he'd give her plenty of leeway if push came to shove.  Too much, even.

Her attention snapped back to Buchanan.  Her plush tail wagged twice behind her.  You were more than that before we met, she said evenly, her tone almost soothing.  But..  Banner looked down again and moved forward another couple of steps until she stood inches away from him.  Craning her neck to look him in the eye, she noticed again just how tall he was compared to her.  .. You're welcome?  She laughed quietly at herself.  It lasted just one second, but helped the Beta relax a bit.  Oh, they were so close now.  She sucked in a shallow breath and touched her nose to his dark shoulder.  Physical affection was something she reserved for Stark only.  No one else could.. she couldn't chance anyone getting to close to anyone else.

But this?  This was good.