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At least she was tactful! Most wouldn’t ask it half as nice, and Bridget had heard that question often enough to not be offended. It cemented something she’d wondered - that Towhee didn’t have a lot of experience with her brand of relationship. She seemed to like it well enough before. Bridget replied, amused. But she could have a preference. It would make sense. Even the first time they’d turned to a more romantic direction, the strain had been there. She’d had men she was seeing too.

I’m the catch of a lifetime. I’m loyal, I’m smart, and this hasn’t even started to slow me down. She waggled the stump of her leg. But there’s shit I can’t do, and that shit seems important to a lot of wolves.

Her smile took on a playful glint. So don’t worry. Doesn’t matter how hot I find you, I can tell I’m not your type. It was a shame. But it was a minute disappointment that she was more than used to by now.