"Give me two hours of your time every day until spring, and if by then you still don't agree to have sex with me... I'll grant you twenty-four hour leeway to grow accustomed to the rogue life and not have to worry about any pack harming you in the process. But if you finally come to your senses, I won't be signing off anything and you can decide from there if you still want to leave or not - without any leeway," he smirked deviously.
"Deal,"...