He’s a werewolf

Inside his house, Boris let out a sigh while waiting for Lyne to wake up. Soon enough, Lyne opened her eyes to a very unfamiliar room. She suddenly jolted awake, and hissed at Boris who was staring at her, "Where am I?"

"In my house," Boris plainly answered.

"What?! Why am I here?!" she barked as she quickly got up from the unfamiliar bed.

"You passed out, remember? I didn't know where to bring you to since you covered my eyes during our journey. Obviously, I didn't know any place of yours, so I took you to mine," Boris snorted. "Come now. Let's eat. I was starting to think that I was going to starve to death just waiting for you to wake up," he murmured as he walked ahead out of the door. 

Lyne quietly followed behind him, carefully observing her surroundings as she walked. He had a nice apartment, she thought. And she wondered where this place even was.

"This is where you live in? Is it in the City?" Lyne curiously asked, making Boris smile.