Dead warriors

London "Materializing cuts down on our lifespan, killing us slowly. Not to mention the horrid headache that lasts for days... or the—" I paused, pointing my glass in his direction to be more dramatic in my explanation"–that, you had mentioned." He smirked at me, walking elegantly towards me. "You should listen to me more." He whispered with a wide grin, happy to continue our previous conversation. "My goodness, Fuyu, you seriously don't want to let that go?" I was pouring myself another glass of whiskey, having gone past the stage of getting stunned by his... well, nature. I poured a second glass, bringing it to him. He lowered his head and, with a low growl, began drinking out of it. This wolf was truly something else. "You should get a bigger glass; it's hard to drink out of this. My tongue can barely fit." He grumbled before resuming lashing down the hot liquid. My lips tilted. "Are you asking for a doggy bowl?" I asked innocently, regardless of my intended mockery. He growled at me