John gazed at Roselyn hesitatenly, not fully sure of his capability of controlling himself. Another doubt that left him unable to take a decision was about Roselyn's nature.
She wasn't human, she was a fairy of life. Banshees' nature had always been a mistery for the supernatural word as their powers were so strong that people never gave them the chance to experiment their powers. The few banshee who weren't discovered or killed were either too afraid to use their powers or they never found out their truest nature.
Maybe his bite would kill her or maybe he was worrying in vain and it won't even harm her.
The noises intensified, he couldn't hesitate anymore. There was just one chance he could make. He took a long breath and placed his hands to grip around Roselyn's thigh, his grip was tightened and before he leaned close to her leg he gave her one last glance waiting for her consent.
