Alpha whistled. "You've gone through some changes since last time we ran into each other. This is what, your second time, and already you're going dark on us?" A warning tone was entering his voice. He drew the knife and flicked it open, figuring if Blaine was in the mood to poke the sleeping bear he wasn't going to run at first sight of a blade.

"Trust me when I say I know fetishes, and this has nothing to do sex. I'm an artist." He grinned, sharp and predatory. "Anyway, you're not my type."