Lorelai blinked at Logan owlishly as he began transforming his shape from the massive wolf-beast to the still quite gigantic man that she'd first laid eyes on and wanted. That it was a struggle requiring a great amount of effort was obvious to her, and she wasn't sure if she should be frustrated with him for taxing himself when he didn't have to or pleased to be able to see his handsome human features again.
There was another entirely separate part of his changing that immediately left her curious. It had been the strangest sensation to feel him shifting inside her. He was smaller and softer now, but that was generally pretty normal after a man was spent. She wiggled her hips experimentally to see if the change in his size and shape had dislodged the huge mass of flesh that had previously trapped their bodies together, and almost immediately her curiosity was answered with the sensation of his cooling seed oozing from its previous place within her.
For a moment she felt a pang of disappointment, how strange, everything was strange about tonight. Lorelai was forced to take herbs preventing her from becoming pregnant, as most clients didn't want to hire whores with unsightly baby bumps – or stretch marks. For some reason knowing that she wouldn't become pregnant with Logan's baby tonight made her feel a little sad.
All of this only took a few moments, and then the nymph was blinking her eyes and looking up at her sweet mountain again. A soft smile crossed her lips as his fingers brushed across his cheeks, and a great warm surge of affection wrapped around her heart as he began rambling nervously. She could sense how nervous he was, but didn't quite understand everything he was saying, as some of it didn't really make sense to her.
"No hurt. No monster. Felt good." Lorelai tried to assure him gently, raising her arms to wrap around his neck, fingers lightly running through the hair at the nap of his neck. She herself began feeling a little nervous. He wanted to take her with him, wanted her to stay with him, and she surely did want that badly, but a whole pack of werewolves? The nymph had not realized that it would not only be him. Logan assured her that they would adore her, but what if they did not?
"Why bite?" She asked, leaning back slightly with a curious tilt to her head. One hand left his hair to lightly touch the bite mark he'd inflicted. It really didn't hurt all that much, a little sore, but not really painful. There was nothing accusatory about her tone, and Lorelai neither looked nor felt angry about what he'd done, she was just curious as to the purpose or reason.