That's one hell of a big dog. One hell of a big dog snuffling in his disastrous hair, which just makes him giggle. When she headbutts him he watches carefully, and then nods.

"Oh! Oh, yeah, sure..." He starts peeling what's left of the dress off, frowning lightly.

"You know, when you turn back you're gonna need something else to wear. Kinda sucks that happens every time. I guess all werewolves must do a lot of thrift store shopping..." The idea of a werewolf stocking up on basics at Army and Navy or something does make him smile.