Coconut Grove sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last

She was scared? Of what? Of him? Of pledging loyalty to a pack? Or of spending too much time with someone she barely knew? Rosencrantz wasn't certain of which question to ask, if she should ask any of them or how he could do so without sounding insulted or hurt in any way. Would it come off defensive? He chose to remain quiet for now, letting her talk uninterrupted by his insecurities and instead tried to keep his gaze on her and only momentarily look away during brief moments of weakness in his armor. 

And he was glad he did. The rest of her words clarified a few things, though not completely, the knight at least didn't regret his sudden declaration anymore. It was a lot to take in, his mind conflicted with her words, both happy and unsure of it all, if it was the right thing, if either of them was prepared to open this way as they were. But with the quick thud of his tail against the ground, bouncing a couple of times near the end of her words, he couldn't stop himself. 

I bring you joy? He could have never imagined anyone feeling joy when seeing him. He was certain that Erzulie and Rosalyn were happy he was around, glad, in a camaraderie sense, but this felt different. He was not bound to Tundra by duty and loyalty of a pack, not until recently, and so, her joy in his presence was something else entirely. He was bewildered by this in every right way.