The more Nox spoke, the less sense he made. June's brow furrowed deeply, and then she frowned, chewing her bottom lip. "But... that does not make sense," she told him plainly. "I don't understand. Why would I choose a mate who is clearly weak, since he can only open a door for me?" If she was going to mix her DNA with another, it should be with someone who could offer her something substantial, not just an open door.
And then a thought came to her. If opening a door was a way of showing a female you wished to be her mate... June's eyes flew up, looking at Nox, both shocked and unsure. "Are... are you choosing me?" she asked, leaning back slightly.