"That's his standard response to a question like that," Rochelle said quietly to Sven before falling silent. She thought over her next words, making sure she said nothing that Sven might take the wrong way.
Then two simple facts came to the front of her mind. Sven was a werewolf. Rochelle disliked the way werewolves changed their forms. The same applied to any other supernatural race capable of altering their appearance. It was unnerving to think that the guy she could possibly be attracted to had... well, a beast, for lack of better words, living within that body. If anything, what she had just remembered was a reason not to be interested in Sven. That and another simple fact: Rochelle had practically thrown herself at him. That never worked out well, not even in the case of regular humans. Perhaps it was best to speak her mind, she figured.
"Um, Sven..." she started, looking at the werewolf in question. "Would you mind if I spoke to you seriously for a moment?"
Then two simple facts came to the front of her mind. Sven was a werewolf. Rochelle disliked the way werewolves changed their forms. The same applied to any other supernatural race capable of altering their appearance. It was unnerving to think that the guy she could possibly be attracted to had... well, a beast, for lack of better words, living within that body. If anything, what she had just remembered was a reason not to be interested in Sven. That and another simple fact: Rochelle had practically thrown herself at him. That never worked out well, not even in the case of regular humans. Perhaps it was best to speak her mind, she figured.
"Um, Sven..." she started, looking at the werewolf in question. "Would you mind if I spoke to you seriously for a moment?"