"I'll rip your throat out," he offers, leaning in a little closer, eyes flashing red with a little too much teeth, "With my teeth." He smiles, and this time it does reach his eyes, the corners crinkling slightly with it. He doesn't realise how closer he is, though, until his gaze flickers down to her mouth, and then he's pulling back a little; he doesn't want to take advantage, even though he's tempted. "It's - it was - an old inside family joke. But it used to work on irritating teenagers who enjoy making my life difficult."

He wouldn't do it lightly, though, but he would do it; he did it with Peter, for Laura as much as for his own selfish gain, and to protect Scott from shouldering more responsibility at such a young age when he's barely staying afloat. Or at least those are the reasons he justifies his actions with when he's alone in the dark of night.

"I'd heal." It's true, and as an alpha he heals that much faster, or he did before Erica and Boyd left; he really does need to figure out another member of the pack if they're going to be strong enough to actually come up against another pack, and as much as he had hoped, he doubts Scott will ever agree to join willingly again, especially not after retracting the offer. "But unless word gets out that you're here with me, it'll never come to that."