Everything. That was exactly what Fenrir had always liked to hearâand would insist upon if he wasn't given. But he had never had to insist upon anything with Pen; the understanding they shared went beyond what he could think to demand. There was nobody else in the world, even within his inner circle, that saw softness from him. It was fitting that they alone would receive this luxury when, unlike everyone else, he didn't have to anticipate what they would do to disappoint him. As far as he was concerned, they were incapable of that. "Why don't we find out?" Chuckling, Greyback drew his flask from his inner pocket, already intending on taking a few gulps before he started on the champagne. It wasn't like he'd never drank before a transformation, but he didn't tend to drink as much. It just didn't taste right. No surprise, his moonshine tasted the same as anything elseâanything else that wasn't fleshâlike ash in his mouth. It didn't matter; here and now it could have been the nectar of the gods. Passing it over to Pen, he exchanged the flask for a flute of wine. By smell alone he could have guessed that it was exorbitantly expensive, but such was the joys of magicâsomeone practiced could recreate almost anything. They were certainly powerful enough to accomplish it well. Smiling behind the rim of his glass, he answered, "You can have everything."
"Let's," they agreed with a small nod. Their hand stayed at his collar while he reached for his flask, Pen idly toying with it between their fingers, enjoying the feel of the fabric if only because it was on his body. Grey eyes followed his hand as he brought the flask to his mouth, drinking in the sight of his lips while he drank. They lingered there for a long moment after he pulled it away to offer them the flask. Finally giving up their hold, they let their hand fall away from him to accept his moonshine instead. They took a swig of it and let the biting sensation of it slip down their throat. It was disgusting as always, but invigorating. It only seemed to make Fenrir's voice more vivid as he repeated their words back to them in a way that tingled across their scalp, down the back of their neck. Their breath caught silently in their throat, and they paused with the flask held just in front of them. A pretty little smile tugged softly at the corners of their lips, their eyelids heavied as they leaned forward in their shoulders, towards him as if drawn forward by some invisible string, always tugging them back to him. "I have everything I want," they murmured, looking him in the eyes. They pressed a kiss to his jaw before pulling away again to take another sip from the flask before returning it to him. They didn't want to be wasted the first time meeting their wolf.















