Claire & Thierry
Thierry listened as she explained what her mother was like. It made him chuckle a bit, "Your mére sure got some interesting 'tings to share wit' you, huh? Bet she got your pére wrapped around her little finger, huh?" He recalled Claire telling him about how her father was the head of their pack, and that Claire was destined to take it after him. Her mom though, that was interesting. He knew that the pack back in the bayou was run by a male and it consistently stayed that way. However, he knew that there were plenty of women that had just as much strength and power as some of the males. Sure made things interesting.
His brow lifted as she took out the tied stem, the smirk there and he replied, "Don't know if my tongue is as talented as yours, 'chere. Your mére really did teach you some interesting things." He remained calm and seemingly unaffected, save for the easy smiles. With Claire being a werewolf like himself, her scent was certainly pleasing, but Thierry wasn't always one to get draw in by displays of peculiar talent, even if the one she showed got his teenage male mind a thinking.
"A secret ain't a secret if you share 'dem," he pointed out with a cheeky smirk, "and any a my secrets ain't 'de type to be put on public display, 'chere. 'dey best left as surprises for when 'de time is right."