Duck Lake Metaphorically, I'm a whore, and that's denial number four

She was a tough one. Most that he met were far less resistant to the idea of having a hunting partner or the idea of help in any way. Sarah, though, she seemed to find a way to be contrary in response to everything he had said so far. He found it amusing, although he tried his best to hide that from her, sensing that it might inflame her further. Alright, he replied, dipping his head. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Maybe after she had more time to think about it, she would decide that his offer was actually helpful. Or she wouldn't, but he would uphold the offer regardless. The mention of her family had him interested. Your brother and his mate? he repeated. Why would it be up to them what you do in your free time? he asked with a raise of his eyebrow.