Vasily nodded at that. "I learned how to fight early." And it had been one of the only ways to survive his time in prison. "But dat eas more with fists. As animul I do not get to... how eas eat? Let loose? Very often." He tossed the towel in the laundry bin and then grabbed his shirt. "I get used for stealth practice. Get past Vild Thing and you vin." He didn't mind, it let him change into other forms which was something he almost itched to do when told he couldn't.
The Russian pulled his shirt on, trying not to stare at the other man. For someone who didn't fight a lot he did have nice muscle tone. "So, vat eas first book you are thinking for book club?"