She sighed, thinking about what lie underneath this pale skin. What was there to say was the question? Noctavia leaned down a bit in her seat, then looked to Ryker. "There's nothing really exciting to say since I've already mentioned my first shift and it's capabilities." She sat up and crossed her forearms on the table. "In all my years of preparation long before you were born and before I hit shifting age, wolfie never really was a problem to me. I can handle my own skin fine as well as wolfie but if I just happened to care less of what he or she does, then I blank out. I'm still there, but its it's decision of what pleases them. Most of the time, wolfie doesn't come out for I am the one in control." She shrugged and grinned slightly. "If I let the thing be without me actually there, things could get ugly."
Out of boredom, her finger traced the curves of the tattoos the laced over her mid-forearms. "Unless you want me gone during wolfie time. Then I'm sure I can make arrangements but I'd warn you now before doing so, nothing about that idea is logical. I know very lit- She stopped at the sound of the sliding door swish open slowly. How long had it been since she hung up? What, seven minutes and their food was here? Then again, they were on the bottom floor and the kitchen was only down the hall. Noctavia glanced to Ryker to say she'll be right back and this isn't over, then lifting herself out of the chair, making her way over to the servant. The man stiffened at the sight of the Alphess in a skimpy black bikini. She could almost hear a chuckle come from the Beta's mouth as he watched the man, if not she must've imagined it. Noctavia looked to the man, a small smile pinching back her cheeks, taking the dishes in hand and balancing them like she had done as a waiter a few years back. She bobbed her head to the table where Ryker was sitting to the worker, the man took two glasses; one of the white wine she had ordered, the other milk filled to the brim.
Setting down the drinks delicately, he looked to Ryker and back to her as if something important was going on and he shouldn't be interfering. Most of the workers there feared Noctavia, for she was the part owner of the building, sharing it with the original owner by paying his bills in return for the last top floors for her pack. She hadn't told Ryker about it, but soon enough he'll catch on on his own. Noctavia looked to the man, he straightened, nodded his head and he was gone, the sound of a cart wheeling down the hallway growing fainter. She shook her head and slide the door closed again, walking back to her seat and plating their meals in front of them. "Viola. Don't worry about the money, I've got it covered." The female shifter stopped, a sudden thought occurring on the spot. "You know? It seems I'm always buying you food." She chuckled a little, sitting own. "Hm...where was I...?" Noctavia took her wine glass in hand, rolling it around as she thought about where she left off, taking a small sip then widening her eyes a bit as it all came back to her. "Oh right, wolfie. Well, yeah, like I was saying, I know very little of what it is capable. On very few dates in my recent history, I've let wolfie free, but it all ends in tragedy for both me and the civilians around me. If I were to let it out and not be present, it could put a lot of people at stake including you and the rest of the pack. I need to stay under the radar, well I take that back. We need to stay under the radar, not that I don't encourage the gift we were all given, but like I have said numerous times before, no one is going to want to see a murderous, ten foot wolf killing a bunch of people in the most popular tourist attraction in all of America." Her canines seeped with saliva as her emerald eyes danced around the streak's juice that poured off it's sides. The hunger inside growled with impatience, she wouldn't be surprised if Ryker even heard her stomach from such a close distance.