"Stop that. Don't like him, so be it. But, as I intend to keep company with him, in intimate embrace or otherwise, I suggest you get use to any sort of scent might linger once I leave him. I also suggest that both of you become civil very quickly." Niks looked between the two.
"You may be strong, Simon, but he has power in numbers - numbers that are probably knowledgeable enough to cause you harm. Not just you, but me." The newborn had finally let go of Evan to look at the man/wolf.
"And, he," Niks motioned to Simon, "can do things to you to make you truly miserable. I shall not name anything, should he take a liking to one and use it." She glanced at the fairy. "Do not make me choose between you. I assure you, neither of you will like the outcome. That will be said here and now.
"Simon, why didn't you tell me things would feel different when I wake up? Or the same in some cases." Her fingers curled up at her sides. She wanted to hold something, a hand, an arm, but she wasn't sure that would be wanted or a good idea.