Moonspear nothing like my punch drunk kiss

It is allll good. Take all the time you need. <3

Janus, unfortunately, was too familiar with this rigamarole which was why he offered his information as succintly as possible without coming across as rushed or rude. He stood with his ears set slightly back, but his eyes forcibly glazed with hope. Pyx seemed to put in a good word for him edgewise, and he whisked another warm smile her direction—they were as free and plentiful as candy on Halloween, with the same sickening potential. Amekaze, as she came to be known, seemed to give him some heavy consideration before addressing him completely. He listened, waited, and exhaled. Would he be in service to her strictly? It was not a hard pill to swallow, all this considered; he thrived on order, after all. He'd lived and breathed it in the Pass. 

She mentioned a family and, again, it left him with questions. How many, how old? Was she a grand matriarch with dozens of relatives, or the budding mother of a growing clan? He didn't feel the need to burden her with such trivial things—he'd learn everything soon enough should he accept her offer. Janus pursed his lips and gave it some thought so that he did not seem so ignorant as to leap at the chance before considering he consequences. He was an intelligent beast, after all, and it was best to play the part. 

Finally the pale brute nodded, "Very well, Amekaze, I accept your conditions. Your word is law—I will protect your home with my blood and bone." He said with a respectful nod of his head.