"I think you're maybe twenty-one, at least," Rudy teased right back, arching his brows. "If you want me to flatter you I can do the whole 'but sir, surely you aren't a day over nineteen' routine." He smirked in response, tilting his head to the side. He knew the wolf across from him was old if the man was discussing Victorian England and thieves' dens. But what pack was he with? Any? Was he rogue like Rudy and Rianne had been?
"You know, I came here by myself," he interjected casually. "It took me a couple months to find my footing with the Texans."