"Yeah, I'm not sure why that is, but it's just always been that way. I never thought to ask why to be honest, there is the legend about the weres, but I'm unsure about the origin of the shifters." It was safe to say that they were a secretive race, and if any one of them could be there, listening to him spill all of these secrets, there was no telling what sort of scolding he would be in for. There were some that would say that the shifters and weres were related, and others that would beat you bloody for even comparing the two. Unlike weres, shifters were never once human.They were born with their gift, and wouldn't accidentally turn someone, if they were to bite a human in animal form. The argument went that the moon effected all animals, which it did. Even people could be swayed by it at times. "I usually shift back around five am. The moon is normally all the way down by then, even if it's still dark out." Ian had stayed up all night when he was younger, just wanting to see how long it would take for the effects to were off. Now, he would sleep all the way through till the next morning, he had far too busy a schedule to be keeping odd hours. "Do you mother-hen a lot?" Ian couldn't help but to ask, the grin he wore not bothering to hide how amused he was by the idea of her running about, worrying after everyone . "How do you not annoy the hell out of that were friend of yours?" He teased.
It was so rare for first dates to go this well, almost without any fumbles at all, not feeling giddy, and excited about it was impossible. They had both been burned, repeatedly. Could anyone blame them for hoping that this time would really be different? Eden was doing a better job of keeping her caution in mind, but once he knew he wasn't the only one feeling something, he had a hard time of it. "I think women tend to like it more than men, to be honest..." Girls liked bad boys, what did bad boys do? They drank, and smoke. Men couldn't claim to be as fond of the exact taste on whatever woman they were smooching with. Ian was the exception. It was vaguely European, and had always reminded him of home. "Yeah, yeah, I'm willing to work around it as well. So long as you don't mind, and if that should ever change, you just tell me, okay?" If his work hours became a problem at some point, he wanted her to be up front with him about it, and not keep it to herself. That was what Sophie had done. Instead of discussing it with him, she had let it fester inside, and driver her away from him, into the arms of another man. So, he ought to have been able to spot there being a problem, the way she hadn't been as affectionate with him, or stopped complaining when he was too tired to please her like she thought he ought to have. That wasn't a situation he wanted repeated again, which was why he changed jobs. Hopefully any relationship that followed would be stronger, and more flexible. At least now he wasn't as stressed, and would have the mind to notice when his partner wasn't happy, before it was simply too late. "I think we should go out next. Switch things around a bit." After that, then they could plan for another at home date. "What do you think? Cafe visit? Get a bit silly, have some amazing food again."