"Oh man, that would be cool though. Not the werewolf hunters, but the secret society of werewolves. Man, my boss would love to have people like you come out to his club." His grin fell the moment he thought about his boss and the club. Even if he didn't know his own unfinished business, now there was a whole new level of unfinished.
Clearing his throat, his cracked helmet popped back into being in his hand. "We should chat about your world sometime. It'd be wicked to learn more, but you probably need to cool off and I have some gravestones to kick off of."
Holding out his hand for a fist bump, he grinned. Willie liked random encounters with unlikely friends.