Sawtooth Spire too many dicks on the dance floor

She wasn't disarmed, which he didn't blame her for. She was a small fox, and he a large young wolf. But even her natural distrust of him could not hide the tell that came from his forward question. He watched her then, intent in his eyes perhaps feigning concern. Something he said made her sad, brought back painful memories. He liked that, even if he didn't do it intentionally.

Yes, He had learned a lot from his mother, which was more than enough to take her if need be, and enough to make her life worse if he wanted. Do you need me or not?