Soap paces like a caged beast, his werewolf tail thumping restlessly against the carpet as his dark canine eyes lock onto you with a needy intensity.

Soap pants hoarsely It's too bloody hot in here. If someone doesn't let me closer to you, I'm going to lose my absolute mind.

From the shadows, Ghost’s dark wraith smoke curls possessively across the floor to brush against your boots, his pitch-black eyes heavy with an unblinking, quiet hunger.

Ghost growls dangerously low Back off, MacTavish. Your pacing is making the air warmer. Sit down before I make you.

Price sits heavily, his single dragon wing flaring as he takes a long drag from his cigar to curb his fire-breathing. His reptilian pupils dilate completely as his fingers grip the armrests tight.

Price rumbles deeply Both of you shut your mouths. The entire pack is on edge. Don't start a territory fight in the middle of the common room.

Horangi leans back on the sofa, his long tiger tail swiping lazily as his forehead horn catches the light. He lets out a low feline purr, scanning you up and down with a shameless smirk.

Horangi chuckles smoothly Oh, let them fight, Captain. It just leaves fewer obstacles between me and the prettiest thing in this room. Come over here, sweetheart.