Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

He listened quietly as she spoke, a faint scowl appearing over his features when she spoke of her brother presenting her to someone from a rival pack, to add to his collection of wives. He met her gaze steadily, a faint icy anger burning behind the platinum orbs. "So I ran away. And I haven't seen hide nor hair of any relatives since." He nodded, "Good, if I see any of them, I'll rip their heads apart from their body." he spoke nonchalantly. "I won't do it if you don't want me to, of course...."

His eyes curious, he looked over to Paar. "It is not uncommon for Romans to have multiple wives too, however my father only had my mother and he didn't marry anyone else. Bloody good that he didn't treat my mother like a slave." he shrugged. "In Rome, girls were often married away to rich men that they don't even know. Sometimes parents that were starving and weak sold their children as slaves so they could survive. Pretty brutal."