[ ... Heh ] Well, if we're all the same, then that means I have a shot at being the first to stake a claim. On the other hand, maybe I'm different enough to impress you and... and then something else could happen.

[ He shrugged. Really, he did not get where she was coming from. The woman in his life growing up were his mom, Ada, and Emily. All three of them (or at least Nariko and Emily) were shades of submissive with their partners, and the scent of them all, particularly the clockwork scent of their Alpha and his bitch influenced the character and the needs/wants of the people in the house. Maybe Veronica would call into its pace, or he would usher her into it. He didn't really know or care either way. But he pinches her side again and exhales. By now, the hint of his somewhat citrus-y scent was coming off him ]