Needed in the Basement

Marcus was lounging on the couch when Esme entered. The werewolf swivelled his head in her direction in surprise even though he could hear her singing and footsteps outside. He eyed her while eating some crisps and slowed down his munching the longer he stared at her. His lips dropped though his eyes were still filled with amusement.

"Damn, I really need to get laid. Nyx, do you wanna be my wing-woman?" He asked, dropping the large packet of cheesy crisps on the coffee table.

"Maybe get rid of that smelly breath first. And I don't think having my cute ass standing next to you will help in any way. Even women who would perceive me as some challenging obstacle to overcome would still turn the other way-"

"Because you're so hot?" Marcus scratched his jaw and looked up as though the ceiling would provide him with a better answer or possibly the 'will and strength' to deal with her.