He felt odd to say the least. He never craved for the company of others when he was outside of the Lore. Instead he liked being by himself, alone to do what he wanted and without any judgement or expectations. Granted he did seek acceptance into packs when he needed to, working his way into them with charm and smooth words of loyalty and devotion. But he was quick to desert them once he was done gaining what he needed, a routine that stuck with him since he was young.
But now, he felt different. He craved something more than just a few moments of companionship. The agouti craved attention, to be known and maybe even liked. It was weird to feel this, maybe it was the season getting to his head. As Lenae apologized for something he was unsure of exactly, he felt guilty. That maybe he did something wrong to make her feel uncomfortable, his words freaked her out too much. He sucked at this...
"No, I'm sorry," he stated, his dark ears pinned against his skull as he tried to smooth things over. "If I'm making you uncomfortable I can leave. I don't mean to..." He was unsure what to say really. Aleister didn't want to leave, but if she requested it maybe it was for the best that he left her be like she probably wanted in the first place. His mismatched eyes looked up at her for a moment.