To Sam, there was something about the way that the door closed that left them in an odd place that they'd yet to be in. They'd only begun to skirt the definitions of their new relationship, the duo clearly unsure of what exactly was and was not okay between the two of them. It was that that closed door that had defined the awkwardness in the room, and Samantha felt it like a pang in her chest. It was that thought that caused her to close the distance between them, her fingers touching her boyfriend in a way that was entirely unsure if this was even what was okay. "I'll keep that in mind," She said with a tiny smile, appreciating the offer that she could come and go as she pleased. But it was her touch that seemed to change the mood of the room, it shifting from awkwardness to... well, Samantha couldn't identify exactly what that emotion was. His body flinched at her touch, and instinctively, Samantha jerked her hand back. "I'm sorry, I..." She took a half a step back, biting her lower lip as the realization that she shouldn't have touched him like that settled in her.

He seemed far away for a moment, his emotion staying constant with that one that Sam couldn't quite identify. It wasn't quite repulsion, was it? Was he repulsed by her? The thought made Samantha want to hide. But still, there was still that tiny smile that marred his features that served the purpose of utterly confusing the faerie girl. She continued to apologize, still convinced that she was inconveniencing him in every way. After all, she'd drug him away from the fights he was clearly enjoying. Still, his gentle reassurance that he was entirely thankful she was here was enough to cause the girl to step in again, though she didn't make an effort to touch him this time. Instead, her voice continued to ramble in the way she always did when she didn't know what to do with her body, this time asking about the Alpha status that her boyfriend clearly had. She glanced up at him at the sigh that left his lips, watching him hesitate in explaining anything to her.

She let her fingertips move over the skin of his arm as he spoke, this time watching for any indication that he was uncomfortable. "Consequences?" She asked quietly, readily trying to understand the information that he was presenting to her. "And what about you? Are you lenient? Raven seems to adore you." The idea of the pack certainly was a new one to her, though hardly one she entirely rejected. After all, faeries had their monarchies â€" one Sam would likely never join for fear of the others â€" and she was sure there was an equally confusing hierarchy there. "And to them... I'm your mate, then? So that makes me..." Samantha shook her head, giving him a gentle giggle. "I wouldn't even know the first thing about that. I..." She let her voice trail off, her cheeks reddening at his soft words, reassuring her that her safety was important to him. "It's not weird," She said gently, looking up at him. "It's different, but it's not weird. They don't have to accept me, do they? Is it... important that they do?"

To Sam, it was hardly important if they listened to her or not. Her interest in him was certainly not linked to the pack dynamics or the status he had within it. Thinking that she might have some sort of power over the Weres in the cargo ship merely caused her to feel a bit nervous. Samantha had never been good at that, after all. Instead of continuing the conversation, Samantha turned her head, looking around the room that was all Aiden's. Her eyes slid to the couch, then back to Aiden. "I can sleep on the couch tonight," She said gently. As she spoke, her mind certainly thought of the appeal of curling up beside him in that soft bed â€" after all, it had been years since she'd slept on a real bed â€" with his arms around her. But this was new, and she hardly wanted to push him in any way.

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