He watched her curiously as he was draped across her body, their sides pressed together and he could only wonder how this was better than him holding her, but he supposed it was about... appearances? She didn't want to make Alec mad and, truthfully, neither did he but that was exactly why he'd waited until the cubs were gone to kiss her. They'd have told their mother for sure otherwise. The fact that they were still gone and Morgaine was pretending that she didn't like his touch (when he could smell that she did) unless it was very boring made him impatient but he didn't see what he could do about it. He'd always been dazzled by her and what she said went.
"Um," he turned to look as another werewolf went by, heading in to be locked up for the night, and thought about how he could describe their scent in a way she could understand. "No, not that. More like... real wolves that have mated, hunted, rolled in the blood of their kill, rolled on the remains of a week-old kill, fallen in a pit of manure, got into a fight with the rest of their pack and then become ready to mate again so all of these scents are sent off them in thick clouds of musk that clog my nose and sit at the back of my throat so I can taste it," he answered carefully, nodding and giving a small smile at the end of his summary because he felt he'd described it accurately.
"In there, it's dripping off everything," he said, thumbing towards the warehouse behind them. "And when they all change together, the smell comes out here too, but I'm just here to catch one if one escapes, so I stay as far away as possible. I don't need to go in there. I'd probably faint if I did," he told her seriously, able to easily imagine that overwhelming levels of werewolf musk would cause him to fall unconscious to the ground. "I think Nebi has something wrong with her," he confided, nodding again. She had to have something wrong with her if she could stand going near a werewolf and as sad as it made him to know his cub didn't have a fully-functioning scent gland, it worked in his favour too, so he wouldn't lament it too much.