Peter leaned over to whisper, not that with their hearing they really needed to, but he still did it. "My best friend who was here before was a half-upir. He came from this super-rich family so he had high beauty standards." Peter laughed, but there was a sorrow that he bit back. He should have stayed; why had he been there for such a short time and sent home? He missed Roman more than anything but knew that this would happen eventually.
"Not even, they're for keeping the laws of overprivileged people who already have all the power. Human or not has nothing to do with it." Peter waved off the conversation though. He preferred not to get into sociopolitical discussions. He merely accepted his situation in life and that being a werewolf did not help any in how he was treated by the world. Peter did laugh at the theft comment. "Ah, you are one of my kind." Not being a thief but being outside the laws of majority society and doing what was necessary to get by.
"Yeah, uh, it's a whole thing. Curse thing. You know the usual," he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Nothing to worry about."