Or a candle dancing on the breeze

"Pure observation," he answered. In all of his life experiences, all the regrets he held and mistakes he'd made, not one of them had to do with affairs of the heart. He supposed he could count himself lucky in that. He was honestly surprised to find another who also had spent life an observer, but he withheld his thoughts on that. Some wouldn't be pleased to have had little experience in such things, but Dante honestly didn't mind. When he made connections, they had meaning. And he didn't waste his time on relationships that weren't going to stick, not even in friendship.

Her statement on the magician... yep, he could see it. The picture it painted made him grin. "That makes sense." For one who so valued freedom, that would doubtless be an important quality. He wasn't so opposed to being tied down so long as he enjoyed the place he was grounded and those who surrounded him. After all, he'd allowed himself to be quite securely chained to this Plateau and had few complaints on that.

"The one who challenged me," he said after thinking a moment. "Takes me for who I am, but pushes me to be better too. But honestly I haven't spent too much time making a list." He figured he'd know it when he saw it. "Perhaps all in one, perhaps none." He finished. "Though, if you talk with Blue Willow, the queen to be is kinda implied." He wasn't so sure about that. He would in no way force any mate of his to step up to such a role, and would only allow it if she was able to handle it and the pack accepted her as such. In his mind, it wasn't a right to be given, but a responsibility to be freely accepted and earned.