Luke scoffed, turning his body to face Mao. "Right. And you're not, Mr. I'm-Wearing-Batman-Underwear." Yeah. Apparently fighting was just what they did. So why... ahem... fight it?
He sighed in that disappointed, unmistakably condescending way. "Mao, Mao, Mao. As much as I wish I were, I am not a Jedi. Jedi's can do cool mind tricks. If I were a Jedi, I could say," he put on his best 'serious Obi-Wan' voice and looked Mao straight in the eyes. "'You do not think that that creepy kid is a werewolf.' And bam! You'd believe it. Just like that." He shook his curls. "Sadly, I don't have that power. I can only do this." He flicked his index finger at Mao, generating a field with just enough power to knock Mao gently off the bed.
"Ha. Your point is moot. And PS, you said that someone might have noticed their pets with stuff in their teeth. That means that they also might not have noticed. So there."