"And given that I have been candid with you about my deep concern for Alessia's well being, I find it insulting that you have been secretly dating my goddaughter. For two years, no less... all the while allowing me to worry over her interactions with Lawson and Truebridge, and what that might mean for her reputation and her safety. Your deceit wounds me, Reynard." Kazimeriz levelled his eyes with Reynard, his speech clipped and his face barely containing not sorrow or hurt but rather fury. His hand, still in his pocket from when he put away his flask, was tightly gripping the hilt of his wand.

He took a step toward the younger man. "I am neither foolish nor naive, Reynard. Nor am I blind to the facts. I recognize that Alessia tends to give away freely that which a true lady keeps well guarded-- that is to say, her heart. So it often is with female lycanthropes, for their options are so limited. And you-- knowing her situation, you have taken advantage of her. Therefore, you will be making an honest woman of her. You share her affliction. The match is sensible, even pragmatic -- and it is the only acceptable course of action."