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She was shocked to hear those words come from his mouth. Get out of this! Screamed something urgent, but small, at the back of her mind. Something darker stirred, and roared back as she leaned a bit closer and tilted her head just gently to the side. In a voice low and thick she spoke.

"By all means, bear-lord, tell me," She could trade a dare for a dare. She remained frozen for a moment, before she lashed her head back and cackled wickedly. "No, Merrick, I don't want t'know who to fuck," She spat, suddenly indignant again as she did her best to mirror his accent. She wasn't about to just drop her entitlement and turn to a life of being a whore because her family had all disappeared. "I want a legacy. Not a handful of bastards with no name to earn." She said sharply.