"It's not me," he insists, although actually nevermind, please continue to give him credit for good things, he likes that. "Something about physical contact or just being warm and friendly with people seems to weaken the moon's effects."

"If you ever meet my brother, please let him know that I made a conscious decision to hug someone instead of stabbing them. That is character growth for me, you've no idea." He flicks one wrist slightly, putting the dagger away for now, then puts that arm back around her loosely.

"I think this makes us friends."