Okay. Right. Direction. That was pretty... direct. His hands dropped to his pants, hesitating yet again. Please don't kill him, Dara. "Um, what about... I mean, I don't have anything on me. Protection-wise." Because if she was actually in some kind of werewolfy heat, that was due to her cycle, right? Which meant she was fertile, right? He was pretty sure she'd kill him if she wound up pregnant with a Stilinski baby.