The werewolf just stared at her for a long moment, eyes wide before they narrowed and his lips twisted into an irritated scowl. Sure he was a commoner, but she was the one who couldn't be trusted by her own parents. He certainly thought it was better to be common or even poor than feared by your noble family.
"In the morning," he repeated firmly, a growl rising up his throat for her haughtiness. He wanted to take back his earlier denial of her brattiness, venom on his tongue poised to strike. Was there really anything worse than a brat who thought she was better than everyone else?
Perhaps one day it would be relevant again for him to save her life and health, perhaps he would remember her coldness... To think he'd nearly bedded such a harsh woman. But...she'd been different then, hadn't she? Something whispered inside him that he should be kind and gentle with the fledgling vampire, that she was not always the woman she was showing him now.
"Teach me tomorrow. Goodnight," Conrey finally gruffed with a sigh. He turned to leave, quite eager to put some distance between them and return to his own room before he said something he might regret. Tomorrow would be better. It had to be, right?