[Shenandoah]

Titus looked up at her with a bemused look. This was entirely too good to be true! She had no preconcieved notions about the rivalries between their houses, their magic, and their very dispositions towards one another.

He figured he could win some points if he was to 'disclose' it to her. With that in mind, and a lingering look of bemusement twitching the corners of his mouth upwards, he spoke. "I guess I should tell you a bit, then, so you aren't talking to me without a clue... We're supposed to hate each other's guts. Your family and my family have been fighting against one another for ages on the simple principle your family uses water and mine uses fire."

Titus's eyes went out of focus as he began to ramble a bit, remembering his own lessons. "Our family is matriarchial. I can continue the family name, but none of my children will be considered legitimately heirs of the family's legacy. They will be a part of the branch families, if they are proven to have fire in their veins. The only way I could have a child part of the family legacy is to marry one of my very distant cousins." He shrugged. "It's happened before."

He turned his head and looked at the book before him, a pensive look on his face. "I'm personally gaining a bit of fame in my family. I'm an instigator, not to mention a hot-head, and have a good measure of power backing it up. And as a result, I'm fairly certain your family has spoken of me at one point or another."

Titus then looked up at her, a dark look on his face. "Not to mention, I wouldn't likely have saved you if I'd've known your family name. It wouldn't have been that big a deal to let you wander into traffic. That's the kind of emnity between our houses."