[ Crowley thinks nothing of the wound, even if it does not begin to heal at the rate it would normally within his own world, only giving the bite marks and damaged flesh a small glance before his gaze settles on Noctis. Safe and sound, just as he intended when he stepped between them and put the risk of possibly turning into a werepie (he'd definitely vote for that). ]
Eh. [ He shrugs his shoulders, his brows curving only slightly as his expression remains relatively relaxed. ] It's better this way. You'd make a terrible werewolf.
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Eh. [ He shrugs his shoulders, his brows curving only slightly as his expression remains relatively relaxed. ] It's better this way. You'd make a terrible werewolf.