The disappointment was evident on the other's face. It bristled Douko, his shoulders tensing. Even if he didn't like the kid, or cared about what he wanted, the fact he was subtly insulting his home was enough to peeve him. At the question he shrugged. "Have the floor then." He said simply, not caring where the other slept. There were countless spare rooms downstairs but it was first come first serve with the rest of his pack. Besides, being downstairs with everyone else would be a dangerous move. Werewolves were dangerous when they were happy, add in alcohol or elevated emotions or even the full moon, and it would be a death sentence.<br/><br/>Douko walked into the closet, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he walked. "There's space in the closet for you." He called from it, taking his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. His chest was broad and well muscled, with pecks and a six pack of abs. His shoes were kicked off before he undid his belt and then the zipper of his pants, taking them off too. He wore loose boxers that hung off his hips, a muscles V leading down into his groin. The werewolf picked up a pair of beige cargo shorts that went past his knees and slipped them on, stuffing his boxers into the legs. Next he grabbed a folded brown-grey t-shirt from a drawer and slipped it on over his head. He didn't look nearly as uppity and high strung with the loose more casual clothing. He threated a cloth belt through the loop hole of his shorts and grabbed a pair of black skate boarder shoes. The laces were loose on his foot, letting the tongue stick out slightly more. He came from the closet with his hand running through his hair, feeling better already. His muscular arms were fully visible now, the veins in his arms visible when he used his hands.<br/><br/>Douko looked at Red, his eyes running up the small frame of the kid. "What are you going to do now?" He asked, his voice uncaring. It was his job to keep the boy alive and the first few weeks would be tough on the other wolves, dealing with the human right under their noses. He could smell him from where he stood, the cleanliness, the prissy attitude and the human stench that radiated from him. By now it was dusk, the sun having already hidden behind the tall trees of the surrounding forest and illuminated the city in long shadows and haunting light. A chill had set in the air but it was the middle of summer and barely noticeable. Douko wanted to go drink. No, he needed a drink. It was a long day.