"And I'm pretty sure that I even told you there'd be blood involved," Adam said, blowing out the candles and putting them away as well. His desk was empty and clean. It was nice. He tilted his head and admired it for a moment. Soon it would be covered in papers again, and he'd probably never see the top of it again.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're not an idiot. You wanted to see, you didn't know that you were going to flip out, it's whatever." He opened up the bag he'd carried in from the infirmary and pulled out the pack of cloves Gerard had given him. "Come have a cigarette, then, and we'll talk about how you ended up a werewolf and how I'll only kill you if you try and eat my baby, shall we?" He held out the pack in offering.