Azriel knew how to read people from a distance, what kinds of things they did or didn't like. Especially if it involved you, his mate. The mating bond was oblivious to you while you flirted and danced with other males at Rita's. He wanted to go slow with you, but seeing you dancing with that male, well something snapped. He didn't stop as he walked right up to you, tugging you by the hips towards him; ignoring your complaint. His breath curled around your ear, "Having fun, Little Mouse?"