Neverwinter Forest can you ever really know?

It's too bad Belharra couldn't mindread. For one, think of all the hilarious conversations that would ensue (what, you DON'T THINK I'M PRETTY??). For two, she might have challenged Mal's idealization that he was the man of the pack. In her eyes, she was more man than any of them - Maligator and his frumpy cajones included.

She knew better than to mouth him off in public, what with her tenuous involvement in the pack to begin with, so Belharra just kept shut. She did allow a snigger to pass her lips as Kyr responded to Mal's callout with a loud DAAYUMM.

Dayum, indeed. It didn't look like the kid was having it. Belharra couldn't blame him. It was real ugly when the public eye turned inward to you. Belharra hated that shit too. "Oh. He's not my type." Belharra finally replied as Atausiq slipped away with his pride barely intact. "I like my boys as loud and as charming as me." AKA, swinging with that Big Dick Energy. Like Asmodeus, maybe - whoa, had she just thought that?

Waiting for Mal to excuse Clover, Belharra sat near Kyr ready to give Clover a run-down of her new home. She wondered though, if Mal might try his best to give Clover a tour privately -- and later, let her take a glorious tour of his privates.

Seems like something he would do.