That was--[hot, really hot. And also not something that did bodily or psychological harm to be true!] that much wasn't the curse. The kissing thing.

[Green eyes feel a little more bold, perhaps to see what sort of reaction will come up out of his words as he looks at the man on the other end of the couch.]

I didn't want to bleed you like a pig.

[A wolf cannot be a pig just as much as a wolf cannot be prey.]

That was all a fucked up version of good things I guess.