He would have agreed to that, but the tone of the immortals voice spoke of knowledge. He was tempted to taste the air, but that might be rude. He wasn't like his wolf-kin, seeking out fear for a hunt.
"I think he's heard of me," he gave to Nessie, almost sad. But he smiled at Patrick. "I'm not my father. I don't hurt anyone but the one who I'm supposed to hurt." He frowned, not liking that maybe he couldn't have another friend.
"It's nice to meet you though. Did you come looking for something specific?"