Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

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"I just... I like you for you, not for where you've come from. I don't care for "famous" families, or for religion." His cool sterling eyes glinted as she spoke, his mask started to slide back in place again. "I want us to be honest with each other. I don't understand why you weren't from the start. Did you think I might... judge you for it?" Now the Roman Praetor part of him wanted to snatch her by the scruff and bash her head onto the ground for her disrespect and insolence but the other side of him overruled and he sighed softly, his tail drooping.

The truth was he simply didn't like talking about it and besides his former packmates called him Shadow. The name Nox was only used when he was awarded some kind of prize for doing something that his father thought as 'honorable'. Nobody actually used the name 'Nox'.

As for honesty, he had been honest, he just hid that tiny fact away from her and everybody. It wasn't personal. "I'm sorry," he murmured softly. "It was true what I told you on our first meeting, I just didn't well go into the details. I'm sorry for that, I just don't like telling wolves where I'm from. I haven't told anyone since I left my natal pack, except for you. Romans aren't really known for their kindness, you know and I didn't want to get kicked out of anywhere just because of my bloodlines."

His sterling gaze sought out Paar's copper ones and he sighed. "I'm really sorry."