Firefly Glen 4 "Oh"s, sweet love of mine

Wraen in all her innocence had believed that, when Howl agreed to tell her the tales of his adventures, that it would go in a chivalrous way. Like in those stories, where brave knights courted their ladies for a very long time, before they even dared to touch them. Either the big, dark and suddenly scary male had not read the bible of knight-hood or the stories had left some important bits out. 

She froze the moment he crossed the line of her personal space and her lip curled up and she let out a brief rumbling growl, when he touched her. Whatever the rule-book said about an approriate response to other's advances, Wraen believed that she had every right to tell the other that she was not comfortable. "I don't think I like this kind of story," she told him coldly, getting up and taking several steps away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the man all the time to see, what he was about to do next.