"Cobras, leopards, tigers, wolves, and hyenas that I've personally met. I've been told of rats as well but I've never met one." Well if she was going to tell him anything then she may as well tell him everything, right? He couldn't prove anything beyond her being a lycanthrope anyway so he couldn't do a lot of damage if he did try to go public in a dangerous way.
Malcolm's outburst made Fred's head tilt as she just watched him like he was a shiny thing to be investigated. She even pulled away as if she would do just that but Trent held her in place. Sniffing at the humans was bad public relations generally. Still, he seemed to have momentarily gone a bit crazy and Fred was wondering if it was possibly chemical or potion induced. Maybe his hormones were subtly out of whack. But Trent gave her a quiet warning growl in her ear to get her to give up the quest to find that particular information out via nose and she slumped back against him. He even reached over, pulled a piece of beef jerky out of a bag and shoved it into her mouth to occupy her.
"I don't know you from a spider on the wall," she told him thoughtfully as she gnawed on the dried meat. "But I don't smell lies on you often. You generally seem sane. I think at this point you'd be really bloody stupid to betray me knowing what I am and that I don't depend on silly potions to know exactly what I'm doing. I've already told you the most damning thing, which is that I'm a werecat, so I might as well tell you other stuff you want to know because while you can make it harder for people to live you can only personally hurt me." She stopped and shrugged.
"I like the way you smell." Maybe that was too strange of an answer for him, but she was trusting him because of the way he smelled and that was really true. "Aren't you too young for an identity crisis?"