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"Well, your dealing with me now, so be prepared to be called a lot of things you've never been called before: good, bad, and akward." She gave his hair a teasing ruffle.

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"I'm fine...well mostly...nothing broke anyway." He looked up at Jeff and saw his eyes again. "I suppose that my decision might be easier if I wasn't so afraid of becoming the battered women in this relationship." He'd meant that as a joke. He really hoped that Jeff understood that.

Again, Connor was blushing. Blushing! This was not something he was used to, but likely something that he would grow accustomed to doing quite often. Luka made him do that a lot.

Soon they were outdoors, where the sun was reaching the middle of the sky. Seeing that it was around noon made Connor's stomach growl.

"Methinks it'll be lunch time after this." He pulled the cigarette pack out of his jacket's pocket and handed Luka one of the cancerous sticks before taking one between his lips and lifting his lighter to it. No sooner had he taken his first relaxing puff than a voice started yelling at him.

"Hey! Twenty feet from the building!"

Connor looked up in confusion. A young, blonde woman was yelling at him.

"You have to be twenty feet away from the building to smoke! Move or I'm giving you a warning!"

"A'ight, sorry!" he called back and stepped away, Luka following him. Once the blonde left, he began to really puff at the cigarette, muttering in between breaths.

"Hey, stop hogging the flame." Luka reached her cigarett towards the lighter. "Or I may just have to steal yours. And you know me, I'm not above that."

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"No, seriously dude. Its already to late. I'm pretty sure you were right...I think I am your b***h."

Connor extended the lighter just a bit, letting Luka's cigarette take on some of the flame.

"I hadn't pegged you as a smoker," he commented when he took his own out of his mouth for a moment. "I mean, I have yet to smell it on you."

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Curtis was curious now, wanting to know who "they" were, and just what they had done to her. Surely it wasn't her fault. No one could possibly deserve a thing that would traumatize her so. Had they... raped her? This very idea infuriated him to the point where he almost transformed. But Katra needed his comfort for than his vengeance, so he calmed himself and held her tightly. He would not push the issue further. Not tonight.

"I think that we both need some sleep," he told her.

Connor coughed and had to pull his cigarette away from his mouth. He'd forgotten that werewolves often looked much younger than they were really were.

"So... uh... how old are you, anyway?"

There was no way for that question to be "casual" now, but if he was going to be "with" her by some means it was in his best interest to know her age.

Connor coughed again and put out his cigarette. At this rate he shouldn't really bother. At least he had some nicotine in his system.

"Well, at least you aren't a hundred or so." He threw the butt away. "If you're that old, why are you going to school?"

"And I'm not even really a college boy," he chuckled, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets. "I'm not actually in a class. Just living here to look out for werewolves... and to "forget" to let the mayor know about a few of them." He wanted to go inside, but he would let Luka finish her cigarette. "That's part of the reason I'm goin' out into the woods for hunting tomorrow. The more of you I meet here, the harder it will be to do my job."

He blinked at her.

"Half the time I can't tell if yer joking or not," he told her. He decided on responding to the only thing he was certain of.

"Yes, I get my truck back tomorrow, along with a new gun."