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Dakarai appeared to have a good grasp on Teaghlaigh and by extension Arturo himself when he spoke that he had no questions and added that he had no right to the answers, regardless. This pleased the Ceannasach. Though Dakarai could ask if he truly felt the need to but it was better to avoid questions that Arturo was liable to ignore. Not asking questions was a sound plan to Arturo who offered a nod of his approval. Arturo knew he had no leg to stand on when it came to Dakarai and Olive's quick courtship. He, himself, had become quite smitten with his nightingale the first night he met her and it only increased with time spent apart. With his ex-lover Duana, he had never courted her nor took her as his mate despite that she had bore him children. The harsh truth had been simple: he'd been young and spurred by the saccharine call of her hormones. Accepting her into Teaghlaigh's first incarnation had been his way of fulfilling obligation without tying himself to her. He respected her but he had never loved her; and while he had grown smitten with Lotte almost immediately months had passed and he had yet to court her. Thus, he found a pawful of hours knowing one another and sudden courtship the same night to be ...baffling. Silly, perhaps; but Ceannasach would never insult Olive by expressing as much. Their romance was only his business when it affected the Family and so long as Dakarai did what he needed to be welcomed into their fold officially and they obeyed his rules then he saw there to be no need for issue.

“That is a big commitment to make in a single night,” Arturo observed quietly, contemplative. In fact, it might even serve to rival Romeo & Juliet's rapid-paced romance. “Why would you need to placate these wolves of the Woods? Were you trespassing?” There was something Arturo found suspicious by that, like he was missing something. Perhaps he'd simply misinterpreted but he could not imagine ever doing anything to simply placate another lest he was doing something wrong ...and even then Arturo Fearghal bowed to none.

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