Neverwinter Forest On some level, food knows its' food.

Now there was an interesting little crack in her facade. Just simply bringing up planning caused that much of a different expression? No wonder she seemed so weird to him -- she just didn't think about anything, or so was his deep analysis. Her lack of forethought didn't excuse her earlier trespasses, nor would he for some reason forgive her and let her stay if she wasn't willing to play by the rules -- his rules. 

Well, you know where she's staying at least, he mused. But as she tried to push him to answer, again his grin widened, and he shook his head once, Oh no, I insist the choice be yours. If we limit it to things that don't involve someone getting too toothy, I will say you staying here in my forest independent of my pack isn't something on the available outcomes list. I'm not even demanding an absolutely final, no take-backs answer right now. Half the fun was finding out what she really wanted -- or rather how much she wanted what she'd previously been contemplating. That wasn't to say that every option was straightforward and easy, but point in a direction that wasn't absolutely unreasonable and it could always be worked towards.