It was hard for his species to look ahead, particularly since most of such looking had involved culling humans. But he was glad someone had noticed his hard work. Even if it was a human he'd met less than a week ago.

He'd known since his imprisonment that if he ever got out, things would have to change in the wraith-human, predator-prey relationship...but until the gene therapy he'd had no idea just how far that would take him outside the norm that was male wraith behavior.

He was a bit of an odd duck as the saying goes. He'd spent a lot of time with humans, especially of late, and little of it to do with feeding upon them. He'd lost the loyalty of several hives thanks to his dealings with humans, but...he'd gained many too.

It was really hard to judge how the new queen would take him. Would he be the experienced male she chose, or would she prefer the hidden gem in the underlings and pass him up entirely?

He could be all those things and more than Rogue had described, and still not get the girl as it were.

Time would tell.

He thrummed quietly at the praise and nodded in thanks.