"A werewolf." Apparently it was his instinct to be threatened by werewolves. A new one, that, given that Jim wasn't threatened by anything. Another minute of this and his teeth would begin to grind; at least that would have been his reaction a few days before. God only knew what would happen now.

"I'm sure that once our masters have had enough fun, it will be no more than a memory. There may not even be a moon, wherever we are now. Count yourself lucky." That was about as close to charm as Jim was going to manage until he'd had a very, very long time alone. to seethe in measured, even, non-transformative bits. He hoped.

"You can, of course, contact me if you should need anything." It rang hollow compared to all his other offers of help, but he was taxed as it was. "I'll try not to bother you with this- problem. It will be over soon enough."