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Donovan gives her an a thoroughly unphased expression. Not truly insulted by her views for he couldn’t give too much of a rats ass of what anyone thought of him or his bloodline. All he knows is that he is still superior in his own eyes and in turn it even makes him crack a smile as she insults his lineage. 

He listens to her speak of their traditions and he nods in approval. “I like them. I wouldn’t have a problem entertaining them in our own pack.” 

Then he leans in only slightly more. “And what happens if I go around telling everyone I’m a dog then, darling?” He teases, referencing her earlier sentence about him not ‘spreading the information’.