Terrence laughed, head falling back against the couch as he did, his free hand moving to rest on his stomach. Merlin's saggy tits, he'd been laughing a lot today. Well, he laughed all the time, but today had been quite a lot of the kind of laughter that made his eyes water and his cheeks ache. "Good thing he didn't bite me, then," he said. "Just got half the skin of my face and hands licked off, so no wolfishness for me. But by that logic, shouldn't I be a vampire by now?"
Biting and sex were very related in Terrence's mind, had been for ages, but all the more so since she'd been partially turned. Her teeth punctured his skin even easier now, and did so on a regular basis. And if she was harder for him to mark with his hands and teeth because of the way her skin healed, she had his blood running through her veins at all times, which just about made up for it.
He grinned at that thought, feeling her heartbeat beneath his hand where it rested against her neck. "I think he should go to Bob for some action," he said. "The shortest names are always the best in the sack. I wonder why strippers haven't figured that out yet." He smirked. "Those would be some highly evolved hawks. We should take 'em hunting, too, so they're not just sitting around waiting for someone to trespass. It'd be a damn shame for those firethrowers and lasers to go to waste."