"Not with him," Vasquez says firmly, because that's a lot of awkward and uncomfortable things there that he'd rather just leave in the past. If he's a wolf, then no conversations happened. So what if he snuck into Faraday's bedroom the one night and curled up on the end of his bed.

That's for him to know, and no one else. Breathing relief, he lopes the last few steps, his stride as long as he can make it, and gets there. "Good, because I know I have a good ass, but not everyone needs to see it so much."