"I'm not sure. He said we have different—things—like, born wolves are naturally more aggressive and in tune with their inner wolves but also better at handling their senses."

"Is there a lot of stuff like that? How did you learn to control your senses?"

"Lots of practice? Nine years now."

"I'm not sure I have nine years."

"We'll do exposure therapy." 

"Do you expect to die before that?"

"Maybe, if I can't control myself with werewolf hunters around."

His ears twitch. 

"We'll keep you alive."

"Thanks for everything. Is there...anything we could do for you?"

"I'm happy to pay in sexual favors."

He snorts. "I'll accept the sexual favors from him, but no, I don't want anything, thank you."

"Should I come by your house later?"

"To look at the book?"

"I can multitask."

"Yes, he can."

"Uh huh. Tell me when you guys are done being cute." 

"Bit later than usual today, though, there's lacrosse practice this afternoon."

"I don't know if he can hold out that long."

"It's lacrosse, I can wait." 

"We're- you're on the bench."

"Yeah, but lacrosse."

"What's that about lacrosse?"

"The greatest sport ever played. It grants me the strength to resist your wiles."

"Bet you ten dollars it doesn't."

"Count me in. Sorry, Stiles."