She might have smiled when he asked if she could turn into a wolf (could she?), were it not for the thick taste of sludge that suddenly filled her mouth. It was slippery - like oil almost - coating, but never sticking to anything in her mouth, never able to be washed away. However his clarification of what he meant by  temptation halted the tentative smile anyways, and she turned her radiating-gaze towards him.

"Of course not-" She answered instantly, as if all he had done was ask if it was nighttime when it clearly wasn't. "Temptation implies ... wanting to do something you believe you shouldn't. But if you want to do it, isn't that a reason to do it? Akrasia--" For a moment her lips tugged in a smile. It wasn't often she used words that others didn't know. If anything, Volterra was the one who was often doing that. And unless he knew archiac latin, maybe this time she'd have the linguistic upper hand. Oddly, it was the idea of impressing him, rather than her academic prowess, that caused her lips to twitch in a smile. Continuing on she clarified, "-doing something even if you think it isn't what you should do, is just .. absurd. We never do things that we really think we shouldn't. So if you're tempted-" unconsciously and unwittingly, her heat-seeking gaze flicked upwards to try and find his. Did her tone grow softer? Breathier? "-it means part of you wants it ... which is reason to think that it's right. And if it isn't all wrong, if some part of it is right...then it isn't a temptation. It isn't something you shouldn't do .. just ... a different option."

Were her ears ringing? Were they suddenly warm? Coughing slightly, she looked away.

"Whatever this is-" She continued, shaking her head and squinting her eyes slightly as her gaze refocused on him. "It's... I can't describe it. I see ... everything is a different colour now. You're ... you're shades of red and yellow. Almost like-" Curiously, her head tilted inquisitively to the side as she extended the wing that moments again brushed ooze from her eyes. Focusing on her feathers, she extended them over his back , close to the skin, but not quite touching. Holding her breathe, she moved her wing to brace it just inches away from his chest. As she did this, her ooze-darkened lips did part in a smile, finally understanding.

"It's heat! I can see heat! I can - " Tilting her head again, she looked at his body curiously. "You're... your temperature's fluctuating. Are you feeling alright?"