Immortal. Hoo boy, that part was going to have to be compartmentalised and Peony would come around to it on another day. She didn't need to know what Ianthe was. Ignorance was bliss when it came to her newfound font of information. Peony gave a nod once she was convinced that Ianthe wasn't seriously hurt. Impressive. And a little bit terrifying. On the whole, her body was awake with adrenaline, geared up for a fight now at any moment.

"Cesare. That was the name you said." Peony was an impulsive soul, but far from being dim, despite how hard she tried to act it. His name was already noted as a danger.

The next words to tumble from her mouth had been chewed over in consideration since the wereman had stalked off. Peony remained kneeling in front of her, looking up at Ianthe with utter sincerity. "He was right, that thug. It'd be better if you had a Dominant, if only to keep the riff-raff away until you can find a companion you trust. I cannot have sex with you, but, I can offer to ward off the worst of any uninteresting parties until you see fit to part ways with me." The offer was almost there, but, tentative at the very best. Peony didn't want to jump wholly into demanding and claiming.

Pre-empting what she expected Ianthe's next statement to be she added; "I wouldn't view it as obligation. It's the least I can do for all the information you've offered me in the last hour or so."