"What is it?" Gideon was attracted by my suggestion.
I took a deep breath, fully prepared mentally, and looked into his eyes, "If we...make out, maybe...I will regain my wolf."
This proposal was obviously too bold. Gideon visibly paused after hearing this.
"We don't have to force it, of course," I added quickly, "It's just an old legend. If you don't want to do it, I'm okay. I think I can—"
"Let's do it," Gideon interrupted my non-stop words.
"Are you sure?" I looked at his face carefully. But there was no emotion at all on this never-ever-changed poker face. I just didn't want to burden him.
"Like I've said," Gideon didn't look at me, as if he could avoid my gaze and scrutiny, "I can do anything to bring your wolf back."
I lowered my head, perhaps out of frustration. Indeed, all we
