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"I'd offer you a blood sample, but I don't think you'd know what to do with it and even if you did I wouldn't want you to have it, anyway. The answer, though's pretty much the same way I was scienced from being five feet nothing and asthmatic to." Well. Him.

"I could look at it," he offered helpfully, "and make 'hmm' noises."

He put the menu down at that point, though.

"And you never know if it was science or just the supernatural that someone made look like science." He tapped his chest. "I did not look like this before I changed, after all."

"I might be prepared to grant you the werewolf thing, but the other's definitely science. It was created more than once - with different outcomes." Very, very different outcomes.

He hadn't even really looked at his menu, and didn't much need to. He wasn't all that creative with his food and while he was curious about what was on offer, he was more curious about this conversation.

"It also happened a long time before the wolf thing."

What year are you from, then?

Add about ninety years on you and you've got me. Way later.

Ninety years. 2010s? These picture phones must be old hat for you, mate.

A little. But to be fair, I used to live with a guy who couldn't go much past the 1950s techwise, so I appreciate the little things.

He'd been about to pull the menu up again when he nodded along with Steve's comments, only to shake his head at the end.

"Neither of those things disqualify magic, Fuzzy. Hate to break it to you. Though you know, it doesn't really matter, now, does it?"

He leaned back in his seat.

"Whatever you are is whatever you are."

He grunted in a way that said he wasn't sure he bought any of that, but didn't want to argue about it, either.

"Given all the things that exist and happen here - " He was willing to roll with it. Or appear to roll with it. Meanwhile, food was appearing, and that was another thing he was happily anticipating.

Way less conflict in that one and gave him a distraction from 'sex demon hot guy' that was all kinds of confusing for him.

"We should probably pick something to eat before we really get into werewolf discussions. Just as a note," he said before leaning back in his chair.

"Cause I have a feeling you have a lot of questions. And given that I know a few but not really like, intimately? I'm going to have to think about the answers."

"You know, I'm not sure you're the person to quiz about werewolves. You know more than I do, and I'm curious, but I'm not sure the same rules apply and if it's going to make you uncomfortable, we can just order food and make small talk."

not good small talk probably, but small talk, and all of that was accompanied by him perusing the menu and ultimately deciding to just get the fries for Thomas and a burger for himself and be done with it.

"It's a place to start. More knowledge always better than less knowledge. Besides," he picks up his water and takes a sip, "it'll give you something to actually test, if you catch my meaning."

"Nope," he said, easily. "Not if you mean anything besides the obvious, but sure. If you're willing to talk, we'll talk. When food gets here."

That prompted a squinty look which he somehow still looked sexy, darn supernatural effect.

"...you are a strange strange fuzzy man."

"Not that I disagree with you." Because he doesn't, but. "But why?"

"No talking monsters and what they do until the food's here?" He raises an eyebrow. "I mean, I'd understand if you were waiting until we were done with our food..."

He's mostly teasing but he has seen a few things about this Steve Rogers guy that-

Steve Rogers. Where has he heard that name before?

"Why, do you have a weak stomach?" It's a tease, and it's a little snarky, but it's not lacking warmth. "I figure this way we don't have to hang around longer than it takes to have dinner if you decide you don't want to, and it'll give us something else to focus on while we're talking."

He put his hand to his chest and winced, winced. Why so mean, Mr. Rogers? Why so mean?

"So apt to get rid of me?"

"Nope, I just figured leaving an escape route open for you to take was a good idea. You've been acting a little cagey." He's teasing, though. Sort of.

He shook his head easily enough.

"Welcome to me. Nothing personal, Fuzzy."

He leans back a little.

"I've pretty much got exactly one person back home I actually trust any further than I can throw them. You're currently higher up than most of my family, if I'm going honest."

"I'm not offended, I'm leaving an escape route open for you. I'm sorry to hear that about your family, though." Not mocking, he is. Actually, all of that is honest.

Yes, Thomas can tell. Not from some supernatural sense. Just from watching. But that wasn't at all what he wanted, or what he was going for. No, he was trying to make a point. And of the things he'd ordered, pity wasn't even on the menu.

"I make my own escape routes, when I want them. I'm here, aren't I?"

"I like being polite. Deal with it." Just that, and it's mild, because it's not exactly pity, but he has his own code of behavior and wolf or not, he's not giving it up.

That gets a laugh out of him, a genuine one, and he shakes his head a little as he reaches over to grab his drink.

"How do I find you people, I'll never know."

But it's said mostly to himself.

"So, what did you want to talk about then? Since we're leaving beasties to later?"

"...How long do you think it's going to take food to get here?!" Smart ass. "It doesn't matter. It's not going to take that long. Probably less time that it took you to work up the nerve to push the button."

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