[ If he asked her, she wouldn't say the moment has passed. The moment, to her, is still firmly built around them, a bubble in which she's a little cold, very naked, but finally enjoying the conversation again, finally getting to dig deeper again. However, even though her eyes flick down to his lips for a second, she doesn't move forward any more, letting him make the decision if he wants to.
But he's probably thinking too much, she can tell, just by the look on his face, the micro-expressions. ]
So you completely control it, right? You still are... you, when you're a wolf?
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But he's probably thinking too much, she can tell, just by the look on his face, the micro-expressions. ]
So you completely control it, right? You still are... you, when you're a wolf?
[ Her nod is eager, enthusiastic. ]
I'd love to.