"Just lucky." He looked up at Eliot for a moment, watching his face. "And I've never hunted a werewolf like you. I'm starting to think there are more than one kind." He shrugged a shoulder before leaning up and kissing him again.

He stretched slightly before laying his head back down. He still wondered why he felt so comfortable like this, why being pressed against the other man without having sex seemed to relax him more than anything he could remember.