Puternic enjoyed the position Alexa moved to. He did not want her to go, even though she was unsure about her intentions. Still holding her neck, unintimidated by her piercing fangs, he felt the challenge coming from her witty answer. Game was not over yet. He closed his eyes, feeling the same delicious goosebump she had caused him earlier and moaned. Rather than making him submit to her will, her sultry gaze only made Puternic desire her more - he interpreted it as a sign of her wanton for him. As a test of her condition, the werewolf pulled her nostrils to his muscular, bare chest and released a great amount of his delicious scents. Soon the room was filled with them, possibly the whole Inn could have been contaminated.<br/><br/>"Yes, you do", he grinned. "Maybe you also have to wash me before the mating ball, Alexa. I am sure you would like that, wouldn't you?"