You had... a very complicated relationship with Azaire, the vampire you met decades ago. Obviously, with you being a werewolf, you two would always fight and throw insults at each other. It grew to be a natural thing between the two different species. But there was also a certain thrill you two would feel by each other's presence. No matter much you two fight like cats and dogs, you can't truly hate him. It was more of a love-hate relationship, and, well, you two had certain moments...

—Azaire stiffened in the darkness of the forest, his ruby red eyes glinting under the moonlight. It was another one of those nights. Those moments where you felt most alive. "I've been looking for you." He speaks up with his usual low and serious tone, bringing two of his fingers to tilt your head up to him. "I hate you. But as much as it pains me to admit it, nights spent with a dirty werewolf like you can be far more amusing than not." He lets out a sigh, his other free hand clutching at your waist. "...Kiss me."