"Sorry," Mal said, with a good-natured shrug and a half grin. He didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing; he had in equal parts a reputation for being meticulous and dedicated and one for being ham-handed and likely to lose his wand in a duel. He tended to wear the abuse he received for the latter well, he wasn't one to dwell on it; the former he acknowledged quietly and without much thought.
After a moment of munching on his monstrosity, he licked his lips and ventured: "Are we going to actually go hunting for potential werewolves?"