"Immortals are old and boring. You want life. A pulse. Something in the world but not quite part of it. That's the fun of a werewolf. So don't leave or you'd get so bored without me. Maybe you'd last a week or a month, I hope not a year but people can be strange. Maybe you'll last but will you last well." No, not a chance. He leaned in close, sniffed his neck and then bite him, a sad and small attempt at a claiming bite. He didn't quite know how it was done, so he just bite wherever and however he fancied.

"You're mine and I'm yours so you'll have to come back. It's just logical."