The glimmer of approval in the werewolf's expression made him smile with a certain sense of pride in his own ability to quickly parse and compress complex subjects. It pleased him to know that he still lived by the standard that Anafiel had set for him even now that he was gone. “Thank you, sir.” Alcuin was never one to let a compliment pass him by without an expression of thankfulness; that would just be the height of rudeness – and above all he was taught to be polite.
It concerned him though that there were any concerns at all as to his master's nature. He hadn't noticed anything overtly strange about his master's behavior at any point during their stay together, but he would be the first one to admit that he had no idea what the reality of living with a werewolf really was. “I am afraid I have no point of reference for what is normal werewolf behavior and what is not...” He conceded, solemn in his contemplation. “What is meant by 'slipping'?”