Nick couldn't help the snort that escaped at her laughter. He had always had a sense of humor. About everything. And that included about being a werewolf. He couldn't take himself too seriously, and he had no intention of having other people do that for him, or worry. "I mean, I could go for some fetch some days." Nick waggled his eyebrows, playfully. "My inner wolf's gotta run sometimes." Nick teased, winking at the girl.
He knew that people were curious about werewolves. If he weren't one he probably would have been too, and he was definitely curious about others. "I've got awareness, though, definite wolfish instincts to go with it. That's just a part of me." The tall werewolf shrugged before checking the first fish that he'd taken off the fire and then moving to slide it onto her plate, along with her potato.