The Beast tilts his head, pulling Dia closer to him so that he can get his head nearer to the phone, "The dark would not be stirring if you meant no offense. And yet it does. You people--you don't know how not to offend."

"My Wild One what do you mean the dark is stirring?" Dia shifts to try and get a look at The Beast's face, but with his mate wrapped around him as tightly as he is, the best he can do is get an eyeful of dark hair. "I don't understand."

"It is not something we will talk about in such company, Little Bird," The Beast settles his head in the crook of Dia's neck like a child and hums softly. "We will talk when you are done with her."