Again, the skin underneath Laurent's touch is sensitive to the other man's touch, and Faolan has to hold himself back from flinching away -- not because he does not like the feeling, but rather the opposite, in fact.

"No," Faolan replies. "I was only bitten in the shoulder by the wolves in the forest. The bite was... It hurt. Like being stabbed with ice. Cold to the touch, with ice in my veins. And you saw how much it bled. I would have realized I had been attacked elsewhere. And I did not. But I remember..." He trails off for a moment, glancing away for how ridiculous it sounds, before forcing himself to elaborate. "I remember fighting wolves, in a forest. Around a fire. Fighting them with only fire and a knife to defend myself and my companion. Them attacking me. And I remember... Being saved by a third."