He almost misses it. Maybe it could be mistaken as a passing shadow or an odd shift of her hair, but- something briefly looks like a bite mark on her neck. And it for sure ain't from wolf teeth. It's gone again quickly enough for him to flash her a questioning look before the relief of knowing they're definitely on the same wavelength overwhelms him, and he sags from the release of tension. Thank fuck for that. He hates dancing around these sorts of topics.

Now that he knows what he's working with (sort of), he feels comfortable enough to plop down in to one of the nearby seats with a groan. "Don't call 'em furry-anything. Like, please, for real. There's a whole 'nother scene that's already claimed the 'furry' thing, and it's just..." He shakes his head, face screwing up like he's tasted something bitter. "It's bad." He should know. He made that mistake before, back when he was still using the internet as his go-to method of figuring out what was what.

Never, ever again.

He quickly changes the subject, perhaps to an equally poor one, as he gestures towards his own neck with a wriggle of his fingers. "That thing's kinda gnarly. It supposed to look like that?"