"Well damn. It's a shame for you, I'm sure there is a tough old were-beast out there waiting for you to come home so he can, well I think it isn't even necessary to finish that sentence. It would juut be..blase, no? Why do I suddenly have visions of a munchkin variation of the Rock-ettes? "
He nods at her explanation of dangers in the city, she's absolutely right anyhow and there have been notices of disappearances. He had originally thought maybe it was a Vampire brood that had gone wild. But his fears seem put to rest. these wolf things would be a better fit, if only for self comfort. He's brought out of his thoughts as she goes go-go over his name, laughing at the Lestat comment, not lost on the irony of his own origins. "Yes. George. uhhhh err, perhaps. You're a little Tesla freak aren't you? call it a hunch, Roxy. Thats a very Vegas name."