Jack had expected any number of reactions, but nothing like that. He turned looking over his shoulder at Johnny, almost afraid to commit to fully facing the celebrity hero.<br/><br/>"Well, uh. Im not really..." Jack hesitated not sure how to proceed, he could smell a trace of fear stink on Johnny but not a great deal. Not panic, not the sort of dread that brought out villages with pitch forks and torches. Johnny it seemed was a very cool customer under pressure, he could deal with weird. But why not he was with the FF right? Shit he'd fought of space giants! Jack swallowed his own fear and made a leap of faith.<br/><br/>"Im not a shapeshifter, not like you think of one. Im no mutant, I wasnt irradiated, part of a genetic experiment or anything like that. Im the product of bad juju man...magic. Im there real deal a full blown turn into a monster during the full moon werewolf and if I bite you and you live youre cursed too."<br/><br/>Jack shrugged, almost apologetically, "Thats the deal...Im a living breathing freak of myth and legend. A boogeyman to scare the kids with or dress up as on Halloween except that Im real and if Im loose on the night of the full moon I'll tear your head off and eat your heart. Still wanna be buds? Or do you wanna save yourself some grief and make friends with someone who doesnt see the human race as a bunch of hairless apes?"<br/><br/>This was the moment of truth...and with his senses amped he'd know the truth no matter what Johnny said.