Had she just-- she'd totally just looked at his crotch. She had and good god, it was like his dick knew it, coming to life in the unfortunate position of being trapped behind his pants. Unfair.

"You... ah..." She was biting her lip and Jesus, okay, not fair. That was definitely on the list of things Dara wasn't allowed to do around him because he couldn't help the way he reacted. Only she wasn't rolling her eyes or telling him to leave. She was... telling him to deal with her wolfy pr-- oh. "Are you in heat? Werewolves go into heat?"

He hadn't known that. He supposed he should, it made sense, but then there was that pang of jealousy again, his brow creasing into a frown. "Wait, and you wanted Scott or Isaac? Really? Isaac?" Scowl.