Gabrielle and Warrington
"Don't tell a soul." His voice was teasing, his eyes dancing as he looked at her. Her accent wasn't unpleasant, far from it. He stepped back away from her, wanting to put a bit of distance between them. He knew how young she was and even besides that, she was Fenrir's. If she had been someone else's property, he might not have respected the boundary quite so much.
"Hardly. I'm not a Pureblood. Not a part of that society."