Picking another sandwich, Fenrir chewed on it as he tilted his head at Stefan. Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, "What orders? Fuckin' me as a ram? Hey, she knows and I've explained again and again how it's a horrible stereotype of Scottish people and how it all started. Yew try growin' up in a pack where tha other wolves asked if yer fadder fucked a sheep or yer mudder liked ram cock. Ah mean, boys will be boys, but it still hurts."
Licking his fingers, he then pulled up a chair and sat down. "Mah status is a long story. Might make ya go runnin' to tha sunlight beggin' fer death."
He started to wonder if this was the sort of man Tabi was into. Were they together for a date? If they were, he certainly had a few questions, but they'd make her blush and certainly be inappropriate. However, it'd answer bets he and his pack had once made.