Jamie nearly choked on the food in his mouth as she mentioned how he needed assistance and should have a servant. He coughed to clear the food before he regarded her with a shake of his head and a raised brow.

"I'm just fine," he said simply, "There's no reason for one because I live alone and I don't entertain." It seemed pretty straight forward to him. It wasn't as if he had a family or anything. And he rarely had people at his house. Bella was the only one that had ever come over with such consistency. But, he knew, that once wolves were old enough and she could take Frideswide with her, she wouldn't be coming back. She'd take the wolf and leave and never look back.

And that thought hurt more than he cared to admit. Enough so that he hardly paid attention to what she'd had to say about Mac and Immie's kids. No longer hungry in the slightest, appetite abruptly gone, he shoved the plate away. "The pups need worked," he said gruffly, before standing to his feet and letting out the short and sharp whistle that drew Frideswide's attention and began to make his way outside with the pups quick at his heels.

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