Re: Patrick and Dale
"What a surprise," Dale rolled his eyes, not sure whether to be irritated or amused. He felt as if Patrick was trivialising all of the weird feelings he'd been experiencing yet he wasn't sure how to vocalise his thoughts. "The fact that you don't treat me differently because of my tendency to grow fur and howl once a month. That and your cooking skills."
Dale's gaze was coupled with a lazy smile. "I don't think you could persuade anybody not to fuck," he teased.
"What?" Dale looked around them and saw people moving stealthily through the crowd, wands discreetly out. His fight or flight instinct kicked in and the wolf's self-preservation told him that it wasn't his fight, whatever this was. "I think you're right. Let's go. Do you want to make sure your mother gets out of here too?"