I'll be here all week. [ And it's only half a joke given that he really will be sequestering himself to the apartment, and mainly his room, for a couple of days. He can't remember the last time a full moon had hit him so hard so early, animalistic instincts already scratching towards the surface; fortunately, it doesn't seem to be a hunger this time, at least not one for human hearts.

Eyes trained on Eddie's hand as it closes the door, he flinches a bit at the loud click of the door latching shut. It's not a lock, but it's a barrier and speaks to Eddie's distrust of Steve. Good. He shouldn't trust a werewolf's word that it won't run off during the full moon, even if Steve's never really had that problem. ]

Oh. Sorry? [ Steve doesn't know a lot about vampire siring besides what he's managed to read, and it's not like any of that is guaranteed to be true even if he'd steered clear of fantasy and romance. He's always thought that the bond between a sire and new vampires was like werewolves who chose to run in packs, though, an instant family or at least someone trying to influence newbies into sharing their very long lives together. ] Me either. I mean I think it's more common for werewolves to get made by accident.