Being within her reach was unbearable in it's own way because of the sense of possession he felt around her. Most women liked that look, feral and demanding, but only to a point and Endre was being extra careful to not jump over that point and fall into the abyss that would scare her away. He felt that he had nothing to worry about though considering he figured Ariana was not a girl much afraid of anything. Of course it wasn't like he would be asking her to wait naked on a full moon (well, she didn't have to be naked, but why not make it fun?) while he turned into a crazed wolf wishing to eat flesh. As the topic began to slip from his werewolf heritage he had to remind himself that in the upcoming months he would be firm with her; no visting him close to the full moon. During those times Endre took to his room as often as he could, attempting to avoid the other guys by burrowing in his covers and then claiming some sort of detention - because who would doubt that? - on the nights of the full moon.

With each caress of her silky tongue against his own Endre relaxed, his mind turning away from such serious thoughts as turning into a monster and more to other thoughts of turning into something else. Something a bit more... enticing. It was hard not to when she was decked out in that tiny little dress and being all sweet and touchy. She does not need coaxing, she comes to him like a flower in bloom, and his fingers cannot get enough of her waist and the supple feel of her skin beneath her dress. It only he could run his fingers across the fine skin of her thighs and upwards... yet she stops his hands at her waist and he frowns down at her with an over exaggerated pouty expression.

Yet his gaze turns thoughtful at her words and he gives her a curt nod of approval. At least she didn't beg to be with him on those nights like some fangirl of twilight. He definitely was NOT as behaved as those wolves. Maybe he should be embarrassed for even knowing anything about it, but it wasn't as if Ariana could read his mind. She leans up for another kiss and attempts to make it quick but his head dips down to follow her motion and his teeth scrape gentle against her bottom lip before pulling back with a sly grin.

His hands squeeze her waist in reply beneath her firm hands. "Ah, babe, I thought you didn't listen to the rumor mill? They aren't always right, you know," he jests. It was true - she probably thought he had slept with a few girls along the way when in truth he was a virgin. Everyone seemed to think the worst of someone when they were as handsome and charming as him. It had nothing to do with all the girls he had snogged, he thinks inwardly with a chuckle. "But if you don't want to be together," he says dramatically, his fingers prying themselves dejectedly off her and with a sigh, turning his face away and trying to hide the amused glint of his steel blue eyes.