He combed his fingers through his hair as he wetted his body as well. His honey colored eye stared at her as she washed his chest. It was pleasurable in a way that surprised him and made it hard to focus on her words.<br/><br/>Her actions where having an effect on him that caused him to pull her closer as she teased him with her teeth, "Is that an offer to kill me or make me one of you?" He plucked the scrubber from her grasp and trailed it over the back of her shoulders then down her back, "I don't want to put a wedge between you and your pack over me."<br/><br/>He wanted to be clear on that even if the thought of being like her thilled him to no end. Would it hurt for her to bite him? Was it like the movies where he wouldn't change till the full moon? His mind chased though back and forth only to end abruptly at her. What would he be to her after that?