My words caused him to choke. Then I flushed when I realized how my words could be misconstrued. I quickly corrected myself, eyes wide and shaking my head profusely.
"I mean, can I ride your werewolf? Completely clothed! I mean I'm clothed and you're clothed, the wolf form―" I spluttered, trying to save the situation, and he held out a hand to stop me.
"The more you say, the worse it sounds," Elijah said with a pained grin. "But unfortunately, that's a no."
"Why not?"
"I don't want Damon to demote me to dishwashing duty," Elijah said with surprising seriousness. "Or worse, if he decides I am better off thrown into the woods to be used as tree fertilizer."
Now I was spluttering for a different reason. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm just another woman to him. Besides, I know that I couldn't explain it too clearly just now but clothes! I'm clothed, you're… furred… It's fine, no?"
