Keep it in your pants, gentlemen. At least until you get to the bloody safe house.

Felix chuckles and rests his hand on Peter's legs, rubbing it through the fabric. It felt right and he cared not one bit about what others may think of him or them. Of course they would have a job to do and he would always be professional but Peter was a surprise.

A delightful surprise.

"Like nighttime, smoke and amber," he says, looking at him, feeling a closeness to his wolf than he has with anyone in a very long time.

If ever.

"What do I smell like?"