Fishing

"You are very handsome, Ephraim," Nazneen said, trying to make Ares jealous at the lunch table. Ephraim paused and looked up, not looking so amused before he forced a smile. "Have you found your breedmate?" 

"Fortunately I have," he replied. 

"Oh. She must be lucky. From what clan is she?"

He smiled amused. "She is human." 

Human? 

"Are you... together?" She asked. 

"Happily." 

She frowned and he continued to eat. 

"Well, this man is my breedmate," She nodded toward Ares. Her statement came with a tone of disgust that she cringed at hearing herself. 

Ephraim must have heard it too. He almost stiffened before regaining his composure. "How lucky are you then." He smiled. 

Not so lucky.

They continued to eat their lunch while she was lost in thought, wondering how he was happy with his human breedmate. 

"I would like to talk to Ephraim alone," Nazneen said when they finished eating lunch.