He watches the cascade of fur waft into the pale moonlight. His head tilts to the side and he makes a soft "huh" sound. It only made sense that the body shifted, but the fur wasn't absorbed or anything. The fur had to go somewhere, and it was no longer attached, so... Really, this whole process was so much different in the movies. It was either a lot neater, or a lot more messy if they leaned into the bloody skin tearing stuff for the extra gore factor.

"I did toss you a greenie! But I don't have much room in here for more of a dinner than that. Do they even take regular money on this island? Do I have regular money? I haven't had a job in a while, and I doubt that kid's parents are gonna be paying us." He sighs. "I guess I'm on foot then. Behold my tiny pants as I jog to keep up with you. But bonus, from this perspective I get to indulge in the giant woman fetish, which is another very specific kink."

There is something of an understanding in that unreadable expression. He knew when he'd hit on something that was too close to home. Did she knew she'd said anything with her unreadable face? Probably. At the very least, they'd had an unreadable handshake on not talking about what was behind that closed door.

"If you have a kiddo, do you pass along the weregene?"