Francis sighed and frowned. "That hunter infested town? Nooooo thanks! I'd show you why now, but it has to be dark out for that. And no, I'm not a werewolf. That's just a stupid myth." Turning to the oven, he added another piece of meat to the pan.<br/><br/>When she mentioned the fact that there was no one to talk to he chuckled. "That's what you think." He muttered "Ever tried talking to animals?" he started humming, and stuck one hand in his jacket pocket. His hand clasped around a small red string. then he started talking again.<br/><br/>"You expect me to have nice things like plates and glasses just because I<span style="font-style: italic">look</span>human?" he spat out a small bone he had been picking his teeth with using his free hand. "Jeez, next you'll be saying I should go into town and scream 'who wants my pelt on their wall?' Would that make you happy?"