Draven thought deeply for a few moments.
"Uh…" He stroked his chin and answered tentatively, "No, you won't change into one of my kind. I have no intention to turn you, so…as long as I don't release my pheromone, you will be just fine. That being said, it won't hurt the way you think. It's just a stinging pain, nothing more."
Avelina, with her arms akimbo, gave him a look that said: Are you sure?
Draven couldn't help but chuckle, exposing his dimples.
"I am very sure," he said sincerely.
He then added, with his attention turned to the door of the bathroom, "Do you want to shower first or should I proceed?"
"Y-yeah, you can go first." Avelina smiled awkwardly, her hands gesturing to him to go. "I don't mind waiting."
She suddenly scrunched her brows. "Wait, aren't you going to get yourself treated?"
"Treated? For what?" Draven appeared perplexed.
Avelina blinked, raising her finger to point at his body. "Your...wound."
