Clawdeen had been Deuce's first experience with anything vaguely human. Then he'd vaguely met her father. That was the extent of his direct knowledge of humans before he arrived here. And so far, his experience with them hadn't been great. After all, it hurt when people crossed the road to avoid him, or screamed when they saw him. Especially since he'd been trying so hard lately to be a better sort of guy.
"And that means a lot." He didn't know what he would have done if he'd been thrown into this place not knowing anyone and having to deal with all the human stuff on his own.