John moved closer to her, slowly and without any fast movement. Last thing he needed at this point was to have her believe that this was some kind of attack. His eyes couldn't miss the woman who was standing in front of him, a very beautiful woman that stirred his blood. She turned him on he noticed, something that almost made him laugh... she was a dog; he reminded himself... not that his blood obeyed.<br/><br/>"Do you need help?" The question was out before he realized he had asked it.<br/>