"I have no idea," Adam said. "I mean, I can touch him," Adam indicated the wolf, "so why would it not be the same as any other cat. Of course, I don't know how allergic I am to the wild sort of cats, but I know I got all watery when I passed Smith in the hall earlier. It's all for the best, really. I'm rambling, I apologize."
"Yeah, I don't know. I don't think you really need to do anything special, you know?" Adam didn't want to put him off making the potion, but he certainly didn't want it customized to his own specifications when he wasn't the one taking it. His wolf made a noise, turning so that he was looking at Adam. Yes, Adam was lying by omission. And no, the wolf didn't like it. The wolf was funny like that. Adam reached out and scratched his head awkwardly, since the wolf was at the end of Adam's legs, and that was an awkward reach.