He was staring. And she can't really process why he was. It's not that it bothers her, more like simple curiosity. Is she really that interesting?

At his question, Malia scooches closer, leaning down so her face is close to his neck. She stays there while speaking, tone thoughtful.

"Human. Sugar. Like... soda. You kind of smell like a werewolf, but not like you are one. Like you used to spend a lot of time with one but don't anymore. Something chemical, too. Like medicine."