He chuckled. "You don't know when to close your mouth, do you? No matter, it's much more helpful to me the more information you let go. I'm not much of a tea drinker myself, but I'm sure a few of my pack mates here wouldn't mind sending the message for me. Think she'll recognize them as being with me soon enough to do whatever it is to call the DMLE on them? Werewolves are pretty quick, I like their odds."
A few of his packmates laughed behind him, making noises as to volunteering for the task. Greyback noticed though that the bloke here seemed to be fairly good at keeping his cool, though he had a feeling a few things he said were starting to poke at the right places. Really, what it meant was he had to try harder, get meaner, and mess with his mind even more. He had no problem with that. Fenrir crouched down in front of him. "You're a pretty convinceing liar," he said. "But the thing is, I was on that beach yesterday, I saw the two of you together. I've never seen a bloke act like that with someone who is "just a shag". But if she is, my mistake, I guess I can just kill you now, and send you piece by piece to the Brown girl over a period of time. That would be just as fun for me, might not bother her its you, but having body parts show up at her door would probably make her a might uncomfortable. And if she is the whore you don't seem to mind shagging, then maybe I'll have one of my boys here deliever you personally, and see how willing she is to fuck whatever comes near her. Could be an interesting experiment."