"Eh? But Bodaway, life is about making a splash." Denahi rolled his eyes at the millionaire as though it were completely stupid to believe anything else. "If you never make a splash then how will anyone know that you have truly lived? The crocodiles thinks it wise to leave a mark, anywhere you go." The native wrapped one of his strong arms tight around Beaus waist, lips skillfully pressing against the mans neck to leave a bright red hickey. "See there? The crocodile has been here. If I were to die today, you would remember me for at least a week." The werewolf gave a mischievous smile. "Of course, the crocodile has other ways of imprinting himself on you, as you know."
