"No, sorry, Mikey. It doesn't work that way either. I've been a few things; maybe we can find something that will work with the cat, but right now, I think maybe you should walk, get out of here." The place still had a smell that wasn't all that agreeable to Sam.
"You may need to take a walk or something." Sam did. He didn't like staying in one place too long, at least when it wasn't his own home. He could stand behind his bar or lounge on his porch for hours, but this wasn't his bar or his porch.
"Evan smells like icky dogface? Wolf? Or just dog?" He didn't think the guy could answer, and he wondered how old the kid was. He'd know some weres who didn't take well to the change, and some were so inbred that they never grew up. Maybe this was the kid's case, no matter what he said about mutants.
"Wanna show me this Evan?" Sam was all for avoiding the Niks who may be a woman and the delicious smelling Simon. Anything that smelled delicious probably wasn't good.