I'd hope not, after you turned me into a blood keg.

[ He watches his brother twirl and rolls his eyes. It's definitely weird: twin brother, full of his blood, smells like him, faintly smells like his mate. Weird!! That's not him, brain!! You're not looking in a mirror! ]

Yeah, she tried so hard to get me to wear sweaters. Just not my thing. You can keep 'em, they don't really fit me anymore anyway.

[ Since he's gotten a little broader since becoming a werewolf. Y'know, no shade. Or maybe just a little. Vampire bro with his skinny swimmers body. ]