"The scale is important.  A pack of werewolves and destroy a human city.  Humans can destroy the countryside.  Level mountains, make the sea boil, poison air and soil and water for all time," he said.  "We're dangerous but after we're gone, the world will still be here.  The humans can - and almost did - wipe out everything.  So, sure, today they're not on top, but how long will that last?  Bit by bit, day by day, they relearn what they lost during the Cataclysm.  It took them ten thousand years to get to the place where they could destroy the world before.  Maybe it'll take another ten thousand, or a hundred thousand, but someday we'll wake up and we won't be in charge, they will...."<br/><br/>He laughed when she said he was attracted to her.  "I wouldn't say I<i>suffer </i>the affliction.  But do you enjoy afflictions?  Maybe it's not an affliction.  I like pretty women.  And" - reached over and snatched the jar from her hand - "if you don't think rubbing someone down with oil is intimate, then you've never had anyone do it to you.  My hesitation comes from the little fact that you might still be looking to go back to the suckerface.  Or, maybe, you're just pissed that you got caught.  Who knows.  Maybe you love Blackvayne and you're playing me along so I give you more rope - and I have given you slack.  There's a good chance if you ran, right now, I wouldn't catch you - that I'd figure it was smarter to run, myself, than follow you into the waiting arms of Blackvayne's werewolf pack."  He reached over, touched her chin, looked into her eyes.  "You're beautiful.  But my desire to make love to you isn't stronger than my desire to keep on living."<br/><br/>Still, the question asked so forthrightly, started to have a physical reaction on Geraint.  He started to grow an erection.