Like most males, August had no idea the lengths that women went through to prepare for their wedding and that included dieting to fit into their wedding dresses. Wouldn’t it make more sense to buy a dress that a size bigger so that you had room to move? Had he been aware of the thought that flew through Venus’ mind at her own dress, he would have no doubt become more insistent on taking her out to eat. It might have seemed cruel, but the more that August thought about the impending nuptials, the more he considered himself willing to do whatever needed to be done to keep the wedding from happening.
He grinned at her comment about his company. “Who says they’re all for you,” he asked, adding a wink to the end of the question. August followed Venus over to the couch, snacking all the way over until he took a seat beside her; he nodded his head in amused agreement that there was absolutely no argument to be had with a wolf's senses. He set his bag of chips to the side and wiped the crumbs off of his hands before stretching out and making a motion for Venus to hand over one of her feet for him to rub. It was just one of the things that seemed natural to him, or at least one of the many benefits of his friendship with Venus which he took far more pleasure in than he should have. “An actual faerie relative. You know,” August leaned over and brushed a fingertip over Venus’ ear. “I always thought your ears looked a little more pointy than normal.” Wasn’t there something somewhere about faeries being beautiful too? Venus had definitely inherited that trait, though that was an opinion that he kept to himself.