[His eyebrows lower as he tilts his head for a moment. The word 'commingling' clearly holds no set meaning for him, but he doesn't want to ask for context. He wants to get out of this alive.]

I don't understand what you presumed or what you're talking about but I swear, I'm not dangerous. And I will never bother you again.

[Julian hasn't had flashbacks of his birth mother in years. Right now, though, he can practically hear her screaming at him in his mind as if it happened only yesterday. Human women and his inhuman form are an unsteady combination for him, and he buries his hands in his hair for a moment, breathing in slowly.]