Haunted Wood I sold my soul to the devil.

Santi sits in a seated position only about a foot or two away from her and nods as she speaks. Then as she mentions him being her consort he raises his brows and a mischievous smile replaces his previously normal one. “Wait. What exactly does consort mean to your pack? ‘Cause I’ve heard that I would just be a companion for you and give you advice if needed.” He asks because he wants to be sure and make sure he’s nots confused for later. 

Then he sides eyes her, smirk never leaving his face. “Or does it mean something else?” He rolls out teasingly.