"Yeah really," Luke agreed, scooching on to the bed just a little more as their conversation made him feel more comfortable. He still kept a healthy distance between himself Mao, but at least he could be somewhat comfortable now.
"Wow. Nine. That's actually kind of..." Luke looked at their list in disappointment. "Small. But I bet there's more. We'll just have to look harder." And probably be more direct.
"Being a werewolf isn't a power," Luke pointed out, exasperated. "It's like... a curse or whatever. It's got a whole mythology surrounding it and everything. Silver bullets and wolfsbane and full moons and that kind of shit. Was it even a full moon when that guy's parents were killed?" Luke couldn't remember. Even so, Mao did have a point about the animal bites. Not that he was going to say that directly.
"Okay first of all, if there were a pack of wild dogs or something that tried to eat you, you would just ninja kick them in the head." Luke paused for a second, thinking about this. "And it would be awesome." In a weird way, that was the one of the biggest compliments Luke had ever given Mao. So, of course, he couldn't linger on it. "And besides, how do we know it's him that's turning into a wolf or whatever? Maybe he can just get other animals to do what he says. Like Aquaman, but with land creatures. Maybe he got a German Shepherd to unleash its unholy wrath on his dad's face."
Okay, that actually sounded kind of creepy. Fortunately, Luke was desensitized to violence enough not to be totally freaked out by what he'd just said and, instead, moved on to Mao's last comment. "Yeah, that makes no sense whatsoever."