Dara's eyes narrowed. Was he really going to stand there and fucking debate logistics with her instead of fixing it? He knew the term in heat, clearly, but if he actually knew what it meant and how uncomfortable the throbbing ache between her legs was, he wouldn't be screwing around asking stupid questions.

"I would prefer it if the dumb, stupid human took into account that I haven't actually left to seek out the werewolves and that should speak volumes," she replied in a low, raspy voice. She lifted her eyebrows suggestively, then. "If I actually wanted either of them, I wouldn't be having this stupid conversation right now, but if this is all we're going to do, then maybe I should go find one of them, after all," she pointed out unashamedly.

She shifted her weight uncomfortably again; she was already wet for him and it wasn't a pleasant feeling, given he seemed more interested in bitching that she'd brought up the names of the other two than tending to the issue at hand. "Stiles, fix it," she whimpered before she could stop herself.