"Yeah. Yeah, I know. You're a were. A werehorse." Tayne couldn't help but laugh at that a little. A werehorse. Who apparently hadn't minded being treated like an actual horse, up until it'd been suggested he get roped and taken in. "No wonder you didn't want me to call animal control. I am so sorry." He dropped his hands again, though he was still kind of blushing.
"Hang on, man." He limped back to his truck, rummaging around inside until he came up with a long raincoat. "Here. It'll be a bit short, maybe a bit tight in the shoulders, but it's long enough, and you shouldn't wander around like that. You'll scare little old ladies, or something." Not to mention embarrass the hell out of Tayne. He offered the coat to the guy.