[ He cannot help the way his fingers curl against her bare skin. While he had no illusions of this discussion coming to pass, he supposes he should not be entirely too surprised that she calls him out so directly.

He can feel the wolf stir, but it's attention is not on Eun. His wolf is there, at the back of his mind, staring at him patiently, but no less interested in his response. ]

Yes. [ The confession is dragged out of him, urged on by his wolf. ] Yes, I am... hoping to set your expectations. You are young and the world is constantly changing at a pace that someone like myself is unable to... keep up.

[ The wolf is pacing again and there is a slight tremor when he idly toys with a strand of her hair, his gaze dropping because he does not wish to frighten her and he's admitted unsure of what it is the beast wants of him. ]

I am drawn to you... more than I would normally care to admit. [ Mierda. He had hoped they might get to know each other better before his baggage caught up with him. The next words come out fast, as if he cannot breathe quickly enough to slow them down. ] My wolf is impatient. It enjoyed - enjoys, our play. You could be standing in a city as dense as New York and it would be able to track you and find you.

But I refuse to have it's urges dictate my every waking moment.

[ He sounds more helpless than he is comfortable with, so he takes solace in the hope that she will not suddenly bolt from this couch - or from him.

His eyes are still lowered. He knows that they have turned gold. ]