"I think you're being far too kind to give him even that." Mariella sniffed, folding her arms across her chest. "I don't consider that we ever need to be here. The werewolf will deal with whatever problems we have. He may not be very smart but at least he puts that brawn of his to good use." She paused then, hoping not to have offended Lord Granville. His own sister was, after all, one of those brutish werewolves now.
"Have you had the opportunity to call in with your sister since you arrived home?"