The proximity with Alexa allowed Puternic to experience nearly the same feelings as as vampires. For a brief moment, when he felt Alexa's body trembling in pain, Puternic nearly slapped Lugoj - he had to defend his girl. For Lugoj's own luck, her pain swiftly turned into a pleasure. Puternic appreciated contrasts, but that combination was utterly odd. From his perspective, there was nothing exciting or delicious in what Lugoj did: on the contrary, it was disgusting and perverted. His blood, full of live, wanted to have pleasure, not  tiny fraction of pain. There was something more than pervert in that course of action: a being who did not care about the others.<br/><br/>On top of that, it displeased Puternic to be looked down by the Darkling. His sixth sense was telling Puternic that one should be careful about that evil person. When he was studying to be a spy, Puternic was taught about how psychotic characters tended to have no limits and fear nothing to lose. Moreover, the bond between Puternic and Alexa was starting to consolidate, so he also felt a strange interest on the side of the vampiress.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Alexa's attention turned to him again. Once more, a challenging, picky question. Almost a bureaucratic question, as if just to continue the conversation. Taming her was going to be an endless sequence of battles and victories which had to be won. Gaining her respect was the first step and Alexa did not seem to nurture any for whatever Puternic represented to her eyes. A challenge with huge difficulties? Count the competitive Puternic on!<br/><br/><strong>"I am no dandy, Alexa. Neither am I a metrosexual"</strong>, the werewolf smirked,<strong>"I have brought no luggage. Do you have something better for me to wear?"</strong>, Puternic asked with his particularly dominant gaze, almost as if he ordered her to look after his clothes, if she wanted him smartly dressed. At the same time, his left hand reached the nape of her neck and gripped it firmly.