The silence in the room was deafening. The one spotlight illuminating the desk between them, throwing the corners into shadows, felt like it was 100 degrees and Sitwell had to unstick his tongue from the roof of his dry mouth. "You want us to..." he started, hoping to clarify, but he couldn't even finish the question without the doubt cracking it in half. It was ludicrous. This was terrifying. Their monstrous faces stared through Colleen and Sitwell across a meagre three feet, particle board between them, that was nothing if one of them made a move. That one's teeth were so big, he couldn't properly close is mouth. When another did move, Sitwell clenched both fists, but it went slowly, pushing the page on the desk closer to them with one massive, furry, clawed hand. "...cook for you?"
The werewolf who lingered in the corner gave a small bark of excitement.