"The difference between you and a wolf? One doesn't get as much affection as the other." Pets his head.

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  AND THERE WAS a particular heat that pulsed through his fingertips; digits curving to accompany the swelling dampness in his palms. His posture was RIGID, wraith teeth bared in startlement as crackles along his alabaster skin urged to repulse.

         ❛ …What affection? ❜  
                        His tone was dubious, but there was still something WARM in Serey’s touch that Gray fought to ignore —— even while it made his flesh tingle in unauthorized anticipation. 

       ❛ Oi, oi. Don’t be daft, you know neither of those gets such. ❜  But his gaze softened, &&. he reached out to skim his fingers along the curve of her jaw.  ❛ — Because no one dares to approach an untamed wolf … but you. ❜