Syryn's heart sped up. He hated himself for getting excited at the thought of taking advantage of Riha but he could not help his nature. He could smell the ocean in the selkie and it was heavenly.
"Riha.." he said through the difficulty of his growing canines. "Stab me in the neck with this if it looks like I'm losing control."
The selkie accepted the dart and curled his fingers around it. "Only your neck?"
"It works at other places too but it'll deliver faster this way."
Syryn refused to think about Rowan. Whether the anti mage liked it or not, Syryn had to do it. He would confess to Rowan later, and that made him anxious, but he had faith in the anti mage's patience, and that he would hear him out before judging Syryn for his decision.
The alchemist was glad for the hunger because the entire situation made him feel awkward. He was literally preying on his depressed housemate.
"Can I?" He asked the selkie while leaning in.
