Lacie smirks, leaning up and brushing her lips against his jaw.

"I'll be there, if it looks like you'll need me." Which, in a roundabout way, is her agreement. Boys must be boys, after all, and she's curious to see how they match up, anyway. (That aside, it'll be useful for her to get a gauge on how the werewolf's fighting style differs from her lover's, where his strengths and weaknesses lie.)

Slipping an arm through his, she smiles up at him.

"And if you beat him without me, I might just let you have first choice about what we do with him."