"I can't say I've had that sort of opportunity before."  Her life had been focused on training and honing her skills.  Yes, there had been moments where she worked out her frustrations with another wolf, but it was rare the attachment went towards anything truly intimate.  They weren't sharing time together or caring for each other, they were just seeing to it that a need was met.  Then he mentioned Blackvayne again and she was brought out of her flirtatious mindset.  Love?  No.  She did not love the vampire.  A few years ago she might have held more affection for him, but it was more akin to the way a student adored their mentor.  She had thought him worldly and wise.  Now she knew it was easy to seem wise when a person had lived as long as he had.<br/><br/>"<i>Make love</i>.  I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about it like that.   And I'm not playing you.  At least, that isn't what I want.  Everything feels different right now and it leads me to wonder if Blackvayne had some kind of hold on me.  If he senses me here or figures out I'm not dead or a prisoner of the witches, I don't know if that hold will come back.  So, if we're going to do this, we should do it now.  Pleasantries will have to wait."  She held out the bottle to him, using what willpower she had to refrain from breathing in his clean scent.  Desire floated between them, because she felt nearly the same way.  An unfettered attraction to the man standing before her.  There was a curiosity there that she did not possess for others, he was unique in that way.  Maybe it was just the allure of the unknown.<br/><br/>"Just be careful and be mindful of that.  And I suppose you can help me put the oil on, since you know better what to do with it."  She offered before turning her back to face him, figuring that was probably the best place to start.