He lets out a sharp whine (hey!) at the nip, jerking his head away. "I've never bit anyone," he admits. "And I'm rather not keen to repeat any of the methods I've seen." Then again, these are completely different circumstances from that. He frowns, trying to think of what might trigger the instinct to add to pack.

Perhaps she's right. Perhaps it is in the throes of passion and he's just misconstruing it because 'bite' has always meant 'food' before.

"You may have a point there, though."