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Obligatory Furry Thread

It was almost the end of Aza's shift, and he felt nervous.

Not overly so, but enough for tiny butterflies to take up residence in his stomach as he rose from his desk and stretched his stiff legs out. Tonight had been remarkably uneventful, for a full moon, but it meant Aza was stiff-backed and restless, his more bestial instincts eager and hungry to do something more satisfying. Or someone... hence the slight nerves, because...

Well, tonight Aza was deciding to be a little bolder than usual. For a good while now, he and Aymeric had been circling each other, clearly interested but aware of the lines and hurdles that threatened to come between them. They had a few dates, casual and intentionally ambiguous, with maybe the odd one or two kisses that almost became something more, if it weren't for Estinien being a fucking cockblocker - but now Aza was ready to take that bold step forwards. If Aymeric was interested in him, then he needed to be interested in him, the werewolf of sharp fangs and claws and shaggy fur, and not just the handsome Miqo'te he mostly was.

He's seen it before, where werewolves were forced to suppress and hide away their other selves for their partners' sake, and Aza wasn't going to fall into that trap, no matter how handsome and charming and wonderful Aymeric was. So. Aza was going to approach him now, as he was, and see how it went. Best to do it now, before he got in too deep, if only for his own peace of mind.

It should go fine. Aymeric always stared and was weirdly focused on the no pants issue when Aza was in wolfman form, but he never seemed nervous or uncertain being near him. Which was good, and gave Aza hopeful feelings as he walked over to Aymeric's office, smoothing his paws over his thick ruff to flatten the plush fur a little, and trying to make himself look nice. His winter coat had come in, so he felt a bit too poofy to be sexy, but people like fluffy dogs, right? Should be fine. It'll be fine.

"It'll be fine," he mumbled under his breath, pausing at Aymeric's door to brace himself. As ready as he'll ever be, he nudged the door open and stuck his snout through, shoving his nervous butterflies down and out of mind, "Hey, Aym? You alive in here?"

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Aymeric jolted awake, having dozed off right there at his desk. "Oh, Gods, how long was I..." He surveyed his desk, noting the dead cold and near-curdling coffee in his mug. He figured he probably needed it, and there was a reason his phone and e-mail alerts were set to near-maximum volume. He did feel rather refreshed, he noted slightly sourly. His bar for feeling refreshed was becoming startling low.

"Aza, hey, the shift change should be coming in, shouldn't it?" He checked his wristwatch, even with his phone right there beside him. He let his gaze fall over Aza's body, lit dimly in his darkened office— save for his desk lamp and the ambient fluorescent lighting coming through the closed blinds.

Aymeric had been sleeping restlessly lately. Part of that was that they were understaffed, and part of that was his anticipation of the full moon. Certainly his task force's schedule circled around the spikes of violence that the full moon brought, but he was also acutely aware of what else it meant lately. For the last several months he had been graced with a werewolf streaker, and his suggestions and offers for some sort of trousers had gone completely amiss. So he was left dumbly staring at Aza's eye-level groin for a second too long before his eyes quickly recalibrated to Aza's face.

Aymeric always looked adorable when he was groggy and half-asleep. His hair would be a little tousled, his eyes heavy-lidded and his mouth would look very tempting, and- no, focus, Aza! No ogling! He gave himself a mental shake, stepping properly into the office and closing the door behind him.

"Yeah. Shift ends in ten minutes," he said quietly, scratching at his ruff self-consciously as Aymeric's gaze lingered, as it was wont to do, on his groin. It never bothered Aza that he did that, quite a few people ogled 'naked' werewolves in Mor Dhona, he found, but there was a small, nervous part of him that wondered if Aymeric found the whole sheath thing weird or off-putting. He stubbornly stomped those worries down, taking a few more steps forwards so he could rest his hands on the back of the chair in front of Aym's desk, leaning his weight onto it and bracing himself.

Okay. C'mon. Do it. Ask him out.

"Speaking of," he continued a mite awkwardly, his tail anxiously swishing from side to side, "Have you got any plans after work? 'Cuz, if you're free, we can do stuff. Together. Us, uh, tonight?"

Nailed it.

"Oh? Do you know a venue that has a lax 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' policy?" His mouth quirked as he rose from his seat, all his joints popping rudely on the way up. He picked up his mug letting his eyes linger as he stepped around Aza on his way to the break room.

"Unless your idea of 'stuff' was more of an activity than a place," he gave a sly little wink as he disappeared down the hallway, trying to unrumple himself in the reflections of the office windows. The break room wasn't that far away, and it only took Aymeric a moment to wash his cup, thinking to himself as he did. Rather forward with the flirting, aren't we? cried his little inner voice. He quashed it. He had been fantasizing for weeks about Aza. There was so little left to the imagination, but still a lot - in a way. For instance, how did Aza prefer to fuck in his wolf form?

He turned once his mug was adequately readied for the dishwasher, leaning rather casually against the counter. "I am rather rejuvenated from my little nap. It could be fun. What did you have in mind?"

Right. Well. It was clear Aza's worries had been for nothing then.

He felt almost wrong-footed at the playful flirting Aymeric directed his way, like there was nothing different about him, like Aymeric found an eight foot tall wolf just as attractive as the Miqo'te. He stared after his friend for a moment, a flush of warmth creeping up his neck as those bestial instincts of his purred very, very, very happily- hungrily.

He shook his head hard, glaring pointedly down at his sheath and muttering, "Don't you dare," before hurrying out of the office after Aymeric. He caught up to him just as he was fussing about with the dishwasher, giving Aza a nice, ample view of his ass as he bent over to put his mug away. It was a very nice rump, Aza noted absently, very firm and had a bit of meat to it. He wondered how it'd feel to dig his fingers (claws) into that, pull- no. No. He is not having 'Mr. Happy' pop out in the middle of the fucking break room!

"Uh, mind? Oh, well, I was..." Aza stumbled over his words, fighting the instinct to pant and wag his tail by sheer willpower alone. He didn't want to look like an overeager creep, "I was thinking we could- we could go to my place? There's, ah, a lot to do around there, being near House of Splendors and all..."

Except, Aza was very much hoping it would be an indoor night - if Aymeric could stomach that. Flirting didn't necessarily mean sexual interest, but Aza was hopeful. He was very hopeful.

"Your place? Forgive me, Aza, but is your home, ah, furnished?" he gave another playful smile. "If it's anything like Estinien's apartment..." He trailed off, getting flashbacks to a time he had brought him paperwork on a sick day and being greeted with a naked mattress on the floor with beer bottles and pizza boxes strewn about.

Aymeric had gone to fantasy-IKEA that very day, and to this same day Estinien now had stacked, still packed boxes of furniture acting as the pieces of furniture themselves. Estinien and Aymeric had agreed that he would never go to Estinien's apartment again.

"My place is only a bit further up the road, and I just restocked my wine fridge. I've the next few days off, I agreed to take what's left of my vacation days before they expire. We could pop by the Moogle Creperie on the way back."

Aza wrinkled his nose at the mention of Estinien's apartment. Hey, his place wasn't as bad as that! Granted, he slept on the floor on a Azimi bedroll, because that's what he was used to, and his place was filled to bursting with his plush toy collection and- okay yeah, maybe inviting Aymeric to a potential night of fucking under the watchful gaze of his teddies was not the wisest course of action. He had a feeling that would kill the mood faster than Estinien's ratty apartment ever could.

"Okay, you've got me at the promise of wine and food," Aza said lightly, very quickly connecting the dots and delighted at the conclusion he was making - his tail did too, judging by how quickly it was now starting to wag, "So, sure, we can go to your place, and... I can stay the night...?"

"Mm, only if you think you can go the night without trying to eat me," he laid a hand Aza's voluminous neck fluff, idly petting it as he looked up into that wolfish maw. "As I have a few better ideas for your mouth," Aymeric chuckled, leading Aza out of the break room. It was so close to punch out, his pager was still on him, and he'd kicked up enough sexual tension to coast into his apartment. He naughtily punched out five minutes early, barely making a dent in his projected overtime.

He led Aza to the elevator and into the underground car lot to a very handsome blue sports car. Even with all that they paid Aymeric here, it gave off the air that it was not bought simply on his wages. Thankfully, it was spacious enough to tote a Roegadyn in, and with the top down, there was plenty of room for a werewolf.

... And for those of a keener nose, Aza might notice the lingering scent of Aymeric's car top up activity.

"Food first, yes?"

Aza shivered when Aymeric's hand rubbed into his ruff, all but melting with a low, rumbling purr as he unconsciously licked his chops at the thought of- Aym was bold, he realised delightedly. Well, he already knew that, but rare was the man who could look at a werewolf's fanged maw and think 'I want that on me'. Or in... he did have a long, thick tongue, and he really wants to acquaint himself with Aym's shapely ass...

These thoughts of vague, half-formed fantasies danced through his mind as he docilely let Aymeric lead him to the underground parking lot. He couldn't keep his eyes off him, his claws itching to touch, his nose twitching at the pheromones that were thick in the air. Annoyingly, Aymeric looked unruffled, and Aza had an intense yet fleeting urge to ruin that, to find the parts of him that would let him melt and fall apart in his hands. But that would be later, and Aza could be patient if the mood struck him.

So, he kept his hands to himself, for now, and climbed into Aymeric's car with surprisingly little difficulty - only to be immediately hit by a very telltale smell that had his pulse jumping almost immediately. Sex. Cum.

"... food's good," he managed to get out, pressing his hands flat against his thighs as his belly clenched hard, knowing that his dick was peeking out to say hello at this point. His mouth opened a little, panting quietly and shortly, breathing in deep - oh, he was so fucked; the lingering smell of sex, of ejaculation, of pheromones, pinging his instincts with mate, mate, mate, mate... "Something quick and easy though. Your... car's really distracting..."

In the relative dark of the parking garage, and while trying to pointedly not to only stare at Aza's balls, he didn't notice that.

"Distracting? I thought you liked motorcycles better," he gave him a sideways smile. "But that's fine, we can get a bit of drive-through... Or I could just cook something for you at home."

He was sensing that Aza was somewhat eager to get there, and he wasn't about to throw a wrench into his plans. Aymeric was getting a little steamy himself.

Yeah, but you can't fuck on a motorbike, Aza's traitorous brain thought, and he very quickly shoved that unhelpful thought to go die in his subconscious somewhere before he got too hot behind the ears. He made a low, gruff noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at his snout to try and muffle the smell of sex.

"Drive through is always a pain to deal with," he grumbled, finding it easier to pull himself back under control when he nudged his animal instincts to focus on his empty belly instead of his aching cock, "Besides," he added, lowering his paw so he could give Aymeric a friendly, wolfish smile, "I'm kinda curious to see what kind of cook you are. A good, home-cooked meal is always the quickest way into my good books."

And into his bed, to be perfectly honest, but since that was the trajectory of tonight anyways, it felt pointless to add that. Aza had a horrible weakness for good cooks.

And Aymeric was simply a fantastic cook, put simply. He grew up with marvelous meals made by his parents' personal chef, and quickly grew accustomed to the caliber of food. As an adult he always tried to emulate as much as he could remember, and the results were quite good.

"Very well. My place isn't too far away from here," he turned his key in the ignition as the engine purred to life. Some modern swing music came on as he pulled out, driving as confidently and attentively as anyone might guess that he would. But also a little faster than he should. What, you're going to go the speed limit in a sports car?

"Oh, I wasn't in your good books before?" He gave him a quick sidelong glance to indicate that he was joking. But still. "I will let you judge for yourself, but I like to think myself a very competent cook."

Aza's ear twitched at the swing music, and he gave the radio a passing glance of curiosity. Huh, of all the music he thought Aym would be into...

"Well, you're in my good books now, but we'll see if that stays true after I try your cooking," Aza began in a teasing purr, lounging against the car door as he stuck his snout into the wind rushing over the speeding car, "Because, I've met a lot of people who've bragged about being amazing cooks only to end up being crap. Nothing's a bigger mood killer than a horrible meal before a fun night, y'know?"

Those were always disappointing dates. Aza sincerely hoped this wasn't going to be a disappointing date. He hoped that Aymeric was going to serve up a quick, yet delicious, meal that would make Aza swoon, then they would relocate to his bedroom, maybe with some wine, for a very long yet enjoyable night of them fucking each other's brains out. He especially was looking forward to the fucking part, because Aza was keenly aware that he hadn't actually had sex since before he came to Mor Dhona. This normally wouldn't bother him, but in wolf-form, where his animal instincts were strong and demanding? Yeah, they made it clear he was horny and sex-starved.

"But I'm sure it'll be fine," he added after a brief pause, where he enjoyed the rush of wind over his fur. He could still feel the tell-tale clench low in his belly, and he daren't look down to see if his dick was still peeking out. Stupid thing needed to be more patient, "What're you thinking of making? Or is it gonna be a surprise?"

Aymeric laughed. "So much pressure! I hadn't given it any real thought. I'll see what ingredients I have in the fridge. A surprise to us both. Either way, I am your commanding officer, so you will eat it and pretend to enjoy it." He wasn't nervous, but he had to laugh about this. He had to make Aza a wonderful meal while hosting? Hopefully Aza was as good in bed as he was hoping.

Quick yet delicious! All these expectations, Aza!

Aymeric was mercifully close to the office building. They could have walked if they felt like it, but a couple malms under these conditions would be unbearable. Aymeric zipped into another underground parking garage, and the impeccably clean nature of his car revealed itself.

"We can just take the elevator from here. Follow me," the parking garage itself wasn't that big. Nowhere near as large as the office, but this was just for the apartments above it. Aymeric led him to that elevator, swiping a key card before it would even open. Once they were in, he pressed the floor number and swiped a different card to allow access. After all, he did punch the number for the top floor.

"I hope you aren't afraid of heights." As the glass elevator began to rise, it revealed a view of the city behind them.

"But Aym, I'm infamously disrespectful towards my superiors, so I don't have to like anything my commanding officer does," Aza said, trying to failing to muffle his laughter into his hand, "Remember? I've got all those 'behavioural issues' Esty's meant to be supervising me for."

Which was utterly hilarious considering Estinien was worse than him! He was blunt, rude and mean-spirited, and even Aza was amazed at the shit he got away with. Maybe that was the privilege of being Estinien, though. It was like he was made of Teflon and shit just slipped off of him, because no one wanted to be on the wrong end of his, admittedly, terrifying glowers or fatally sharp tongue. In short, getting someone as disgruntled as him watching Aza for 'behavioural issues' was a fucking joke. Aza loved it.

He held off on any further teasing when Aymeric pulled into another underground parking lot. His ears perked as he looked about them, squinting against the glaring, fluorescent lighting as Aymeric parked up next to a car that was just as nice as his. In fact, quite a lot of the cars looked very nice - nicer than Aza's ancient, rattling motorcycle that was on its way out any day now - and he felt a faint tinge of awkwardness come over him as Aymeric ushered him out of the car and towards the elevator. They were still close to their workplace, and the apartments near there were very expensive and fancy.

Just watching Aymeric fiddle with the card access in the elevator all but confirmed it. That was a thing fancy apartment complexes had, right? Aza didn't know...

"Heights? Oh, I'm good with heights. Comes with the werewolf territory. You know, finding tall spots to howl at the moon and make a public nuisance of myself," Aza rambled as the elevator started to rise, starting to feel nerves creeping up on him. It just occurred to him that they were almost at Aymeric's apartment, on a legitimate date, with sex all but confirmed to happen. He was excited, anticipatory, very fucking needy for it... and nervous. Very nervous. It had been a long while since he had sex with someone who wasn't a werewolf on a full moon, and that had had been a near disaster he really wanted to forget about.

No, get a grip, stop being nervous. It'll be fine, he told himself, scratching at his thick ruff as he eyed the view of the city sprawling beneath them, its lights twinkling beneath the dark red glower of Dalamud. It was a nice view, and really showed how big Revenant's Toll really was.

"Though, this is nicer view than what my apartment gets," he muttered, "I just see Rowena's shop wall from my window."

"Estinien is lucky every day of his life that I don't give him a write up," they both knew that was an utter joke. Aymeric would never write up Estinien, he respected him far too much. And they both knew there was no was Estinien would sit through a write-up meeting and paper signing. Short of firing him, there was no real disciplining.

"Do you scale very many fire escapes, then? Giving poor, unsuspecting residents a right heart attack?"

The elevator continued to climb, Aymeric allowing himself to look Aza over again as Aza looked out on the city. Eventually they hit the top with a ding, and the elevator opened up into Aymeric's foyer.

"Please make yourself at home. Can I get you a drink?"

Aza let out a quiet scoff, "And get the cops called on me? Nah, that's too troublesome. I just go on the roof at work and piss off the Ironworks guys on the floor below instead."

It started off as an unintentional thing, which gradually became deliberate after sitting through one too many snide 'mangy, flea-bitten' comments from that Nero asshole. Cid, Biggs and Wedge were nice blokes, but they were acceptable collateral in his mission to drive Nero insane by always lining up his howling sessions during his late project nights whenever they happened on full moons - sometimes on normal nights too. Aza could muster an impressive howl even as a Miqo'te.

Aza could feel Aymeric's gaze on him, could see it in the faint reflection of the glass elevator too, and he chanced a peek at him, curious - only to be distracted by the elevator shuddering to a smooth halt, doors sliding open to a... very fancy... holy shit.

"Um," Aza began faintly, very tentatively stepping into the foyer after Aymeric, feeling abruptly, and horribly out of place. He expected a fancy apartment, but fancy in that it probably had wooden flooring and many its own separate kitchen, not this condensed mini-mansion. Oh goodness, he felt so wrong-footed it was like the rug had been ripped from right under his paws, he had no idea how to react to this abrupt flaunt of wealth.

He forced himself to shake it off, refocusing on the question Aymeric asked, "Um, yeah, I could do with a drink. Anything's fine."

"Serves them right," Aymeric smirked at that, heading towards his kitchen.

"Good, then come with me," because Aymeric was pleased enough to drag Aza all over the place, including in his own home. He uncorked a bottle of some nice red wine, pouring himself a glass, then stopping to consider what he was pouring into.

"...Would a bowl be better?"

Aymeric checked his fridge and pantry, rounding up ingredients to throw something together. Both were kept absolutely immaculately. His fridge just endlessly labeled tupperware, chilled wine, boxed pastries...

It looked as if he were going to make a pasta of some kind by the time he had everything on the counter. He rolled up his sleeves, pulling on a simple black apron before beginning.

The kitchen was just as fancy as the foyer. Speaking of, what kind of apartment had a foyer?

"Huh? A bowl?" Aza repeated a bit stupidly, distracted from his half-bewildered staring of all the beautiful kitchen counter-tops (was this real marble??), only understanding when his gaze fell on the red wine in Aymeric's hand. Ah. Right. "Oh. Um, it's fine. I can drink out of a glass if I have to."

He mastered the art of drinking out of cups with a snout after the realisation that the office breakroom didn't have drinking bowls, and he was too stingy to buy his own. He hovered a bit awkwardly as Aymeric got to work after handing him his wineglass, and after a bit of scouting, he took up an unobtrusive position near the fridge, very aware that he was ravenously hungry.

Being a werewolf burnt off shitloads of calories - the transformation alone could sweat off a pound or two - so it was common enough for werewolves to eat their way through several meals throughout the night, or, if they were feral, make off with a sheep or two much to the local farmers' dismay. Aza had eaten very little, and his stomach was making its displeasure very aware of that fact as he eyed the pasta in the making with ill-disguised hunger, his tail starting to wag in interest.

He took the edge off by trying the wine Aymeric gave him. It was almost comical, how delicate the glass looked between his clawed fingers - it would take little effort for him to crush the thing, could easily do it by accident - and he dipped his snout close to tentatively lap it up without spilling a drop.

It was a good thing that Aymeric was very educated about werewolves. He would need to be, after all, to do his job. Aymeric tossed a loaf of bread in the oven, figuring it would be demolished soon. But the true art of hosting was to have something for when someone walked in the door. He peered into his fridge, pulling out a dozen deviled eggs. Sure, those were his quick and easy breakfast for the next week, but this was more important. He carefully pulled back the cling wrap and set them on the counter in front of Aza. He popped one into his mouth before setting about with the rest of his ingredients.

Aymeric couldn't help but smile at the image of Aza, holding the fragile glass in his paws, lapping it up like that. "Very cute. Truly, I don't mind finding you a bowl."

Some part of him knew that he didn't need to turn up the charm, but another part really wanted to. He was too confident to think that Aza might change his mind on him, but there were things that spooked Aza that he wasn't entirely sure the reason for.

Making him sure that he was comfortable with the wolfishness of it all was a goof first step, in his opinion.

Aza made a weird noise into his glass when Aymeric shot that teasing comment his way, and he could feel heat crawl up his neck. He couldn't exactly blush, the fur made sure of that, but he could still feel the warmth of it as he lifted his snout from his glass with a clearly embarrassed air, his ears twitching back a fraction in a show of sheepishness.

"...yeah, please. It'll be easier for me to drink. Plus, I feel like I'm gonna break this in two," he admitted, taking a pause to lick his chops clean of any lingering wine as he gingerly set the glass down on the counter - next to those devilled eggs that was making his nose almost twitch. Ugh, he was so hungry, there was no way he was going to resist those while the main meal was cooking.

So, he didn't bother resisting. He picked up one, because he was polite and didn't just tip the whole tray into his mouth like he very much wanted to, and tossed it into his mouth to be swallowed whole in one gulp. It probably tasted nice, he didn't know, but it certainly pleased his rumbling stomach, so he quickly took another.

"I kinda feel like a mooch, watching you do all the work," Aza muttered, suddenly aware that maybe asking Aymeric to host him for a dinner date with little to no warning was probably a bit rude, considering a werewolf's appetite, "Anything I can do to help?"

Aymeric laughed. He was a bit like a dog there, no way he tasted it. It might have been an imposition, but it was of the likes he was used to. How many times had Estinien come knocking for a plate of whatever Aymeric had? Aymeric didn’t mind. But if he could make use of him...

“Oh, don’t fret about that sort of thing. I could wake my staff to help, but I’m sure he’s sound asleep by now. Are you any good with a knife?”

Aymeric retrieved a sturdy ramican, filling it with wine. He had given the spare cat bowl he had a second look, but that would definitely be shooting himself in the foot. Even if it would be pretty funny. He surveyed the food he had and what it might take to satiate a werewolf. He started doubling the recipe in his head.

Staff? Aymeric had staff?

Aza very quickly tucked that surprised thought away, before he started fretting if said staff would be able to hear things when they finally got to Aym's bed, and accepted the odd bowl thing Aymeric handed over to him. Ah, this was a lot better.

"I'm pretty good," he said, holding the bowl between his large paws as he lapped the wine up with a lot more comfortable ease. He paused to savour the taste, licking his chops, and added, "I know how to cook too. So, you don't have to supervise me or anything either. I'll do whatever you want me to."

"Good. Cut this, then pound it flat. Pat it dry and then flour it while I make the sauce," Aymeric took a long sip of wine before turning and retrieving the heated load of brea from the oven. He deftly cut it into thick wedges and set out some soft cheese and butter. He set out the tools Aza would need as he flitted around his kitchen doing this and that.

"WIth any luck, we'll be eating in less than ten minutes."

He look another drink of wine, this one longer as his eyes lingered on Aza.

"So... How long have you been a werewolf?"

Aza obediently got to work, having to negotiate his grasp with the knife since clutching it between clawed fingers was different than holding it with his Miqo'te hand. They weren't as dexterous either, and his wolf instincts were grumbling about how the claws would be easier, but he squashed it flat easily enough. Easier didn't mean better, ya stupid wolf. But, he got it work, that's all that mattered, watching Aymeric flit about the kitchen like a tornado of efficient cooking with bubbling amusement.

So, he caught it when Aymeric paused to drink his own wine, his gaze lingering on his body. Appreciatively, which made it a bit difficult to concentrate on his task, honestly, especially when Aymeric pulled that question out. He hesitated, his knife paused in mid-cut before he shook it off. It was an innocent enough question - albeit one that led to a real nasty can of worms, but hey, Aza was old enough not to have it ruin the night.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, "I was really young when it happened."

Child werewolves were very rare, after all - not because not many children were bitten, but because the end result tended to be a dead child. That was way too morbid of a thought for a night that was meant to be of sexy fun, so Aza very firmly forced the topic onto something more relevant.

"So, I'm pretty experienced when it comes to handling my wolf form," he said lightly, and slanted a look at his partner for the evening with a suggestive grin, "What about you? How experienced are you at, ah, 'handling' werewolves? Just so I know what to expect."

“That explains things, I suppose,” Aymeric quietly kicked himself. It was hardly ever a happy time when someone became a werewolf. Aza took it in stride at least, and for that he was thankful. He started to take the cut meat, breaded it quickly in flour and tossed it into a sizzling pan. It would cook fast, and that much was very much the goal.

“I’ll be honest. You’re the first werewolf I’ve had inside my home,” not to mention the first he’s tried to date. “My handling experience lies entirely in my work. I can subdue a frenzied werewolf. So... the experience is hardly applicable, unfortunately.”

Dinner was coming together nicely at this point, and Aymeric kept glancing at his houseguest. The question made his imagination run wild, but he was able to keep his composure.

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