Alaric is busy in the kitchen, creating a batch of Moontrickle wine. A flask of dark red liquid sits on the counter, probably cooling, and you immediately notice it's Baal's Blood Wine.

His ears perk up as he turns to you, face flushed.

"Hey, did you miss me?"

You huff instead, getting frustrated. "Yes..." You trail off and Alaric frowns as the sweet aphrodisiac wine simmers in the pot.

"Hey, are you okay?" He seems genuinely worried, his tail drooped despite the romantic aroma. The wolfman has picked up your emotions easily after such a short time, it seems. It's already been a month, and you've decided to remain in the castle despite being stuck to it.