Seeing him stand at full height, Biffy could only do his best not to stare. A jealous part of him found it hard to imagine that this boulder of a man could have romanced Dorian and he tried, guiltily, to crush the idea away.

"Brandy, then," he said, focusing on the conversation and not his sudden need to make a claim. He might be a werewolf but he was still a man with some sense. "And Dorian shall have to forgive me. Unless you drink formaldehyde."