"Never said that I knew everything. In fact, far from it. I'm just saying that we all gotta start somewhere. What I don't like is you waltzing in here, sticking your nose in the air and pretending like you're better than the rest of us just 'cause you've got a badge in your pocket." If he even tried to deny that I so was gonna slug him again.
"Mom!" I shouted. He thought that he was gonna get me in trouble and pull the mom card by knowing her name and everything. That joke was so overtold it wasn't even funny. "Yeah, pumpkin?"
"See, I don't know that much about weres besides what I told you. My Mom knows more. Mom, this is Special Agent Paul Smith. He wants to know 'bout werewolves. You wanna fill him in on what you know?"
Mom refilled his glass and said, "Sure honey. Mind the bar." With that her gaze turned to Agent dickhead and she said, "Let's start with what you know. Then after that I'll tell you what I know."