He's not the least bit afraid of werewolves, but Faye's first question makes him smile even more widely than he was before. There's only one place he can think of around here that would be better than under the light of the full moon to romance her, and that's in a private room with a bed. But this will do nicely.

In fact, it will do beautifully.

"I'm here to romance you by the light of the full moon. Are you warm enough?" There are ways and ways and ways to warm her up and keep her warm, and he knows so many of them. Some have less to do with clothing than others, but champagne as a warm-up is something that has a pretty good chance at being successful.

If nothing else, it's a start to what he hopes is an evening filled with opportunity.

"The full moon's pretty, but it's nowhere near as pretty as you." He doesn't need to flatter her just for flattery's sake: he does it because he wants to, because he can't stop thinking about her, because he has a very ulterior motive. The evening ought to end up with the two of them in either his room or her room and not a thing between them but heat.

The odds for this one are definitely in his favor, and that's a very good thing on a night when he just can't seem to get enough of her.