"Oh you say that as if I'm some kind of special breed and you did mating movies," he says with a shake of his head, as if he did something amazing and here's this sexy witch playing darkness games on film... that he really hopes he can find.

"I would say he doesn't have what it takes to do it, but he would think he could make a fortune on mating films and be the one to fall," he says, shaking his head.

As if he wasn't suddenly realizing that Felix's scent isn't off putting. Not in the way magic could be. Here they were, closed in a car and close to one another and he's thinking about how interesting and sexy he was. Shit. That can't be good. Maybe it's something their handlers were already doing to them for partners.

"So, if I went to a site, I could find you looking amazing and having hate sex with a shifter?"

Yeah, that thought and the pheromones he likely put off thinking about it was probably not a good thing.