"Yes, and we are alone, but what rules does this place have?" His question was light but fueled by paranoia he thought was necessary. "If that is his scent then yes. You smell of the wolf," he added candidly. She didn't know. She couldn't smell it with her human senses. Mostly he felt disappointed she was only the shadow of a wolf. He scarcely knew what she was thinking.
"I wouldn't put it quite like that. I'm not a pimp," he snorted. "More persuading people who have never seen you it's worth the price of admission." He chuckled gently at her assessment of her roll. "I remember those from the variety shows at Christmas," he said, seeming to drop character for a moment. Or was it only seeming? "I think I know how to approach it though. You are some medical marvel. Created in such a confusing fashion. Your parents didn't know how to dress you so they dressed only the half they understood best." He wasn't mocking her, only playing into his roll. He honestly didn't care about gender rolls and her underwear choice. Those things were not important to wolves. "I suppose it helps these will be easy people to shock, by all accounts."
He ran his fingers over the handle of his cane, seemingly absently. "I am not sure you really belong in the show. I am unsure any of those I'll be presenting do but what else can we do but play our parts?" He tilted his head and smiled again.