It smelled. Everything reeked with the stench of canine, blood, and flesh. Not that Fel minded the last two scents. Still, once she found the young man she had been sent for, she frowned at him. "You smell awful," she said, her nose wrinkling. "I've gotta give you a kiss though so just... hold still." Quickly, she stood on tiptoes and gave him a brief kiss on the lips before pulling away. "...either cake on more blood or take more baths," she said as she turned to leave.
Theo sniffed the air in Fel’s direction and wrinkled his nose as well. “You too, lady,” he retorted with a growing frown, and furrowed his brows when she continued to talk. Why did she have to kiss him? He was uncertain of what was going on, but he stood still regardless and barely closed his eyes when their lips met, and he might have leaned into it - but just a little.
"I was about to say the same about you, but I’m afraid a bath won’t do much good," the werewolf paused and shot her a smirk. "A quick romp on the other hand… That would fix you right up."
