Tempering the beast within

They didn't have long to make out at the dining table since the person waiting outside had not forgotten why they had arrived. Andrew growled again, separating from this with a glower, and Maxwell fanned himself. 

"That's so fucking hot." He whispered, and Andrew felt his cheeks heat. 

"Stop saying that. I hate it. I can't even control it." Maxwell's expression softened, before it grew dirty.