"I'm a weredragon. What do you think?" Noctis asked as he looked in the fridge over Russell's shoulder. He had everything Noctis wanted and more. It was good to know it was there for when he needed a snack or to pack a bag full of food for when he escaped.
Without asking he reached in and grabbed the jug of milk. Without even looking for a glass he opened it and started to drink from the carton.