In spite of herself, the polar bear's general awkwardness, mixed with his blessed good looks, drew a more amused smile to the she-wolf's lips. He had a boyish charm that wasn't a learned skill, more like something that had to be perceived by the observer, and either adored or disliked.
So he worked at a club, one Cora knew by reputation, but would never be seen there--not even if she were dragged snarling and biting by the neck. She passed no judgement; jobs were a necessity, and as Nikolai had said, he had family there. Family that was good with children.
"Are you mated?" she asked with gentle curiosity, her brows lifted. "Cubs, perhaps?"