"Is it... just the scars, then?" Zach asked carefully.
If her attack didn't define her, he supposed that it was most likely she wasn't a werewolf. He felt pretty well defined. But there was something more than standard issue witch about Brown.
He could feel her eyes on him, so he looked back up at her, instead of doggedly down at his plate of fried squid. Since turning, Zach had not confessed his true nature to anyone. The only other creature that might have known, Greyback himself, had been killed and taken the secret with him. But if anyone might understand, Brown might.
"I made the choice that was best for everyone there," he started to explain. "You're not the only one with scars, Brown. I-"
Zach was interrupted by the arrival of their steaks. He clamped his mouth shut while the server placed everything on the table and had them cut into the meat to approve the temperature. And by the time all that had happened and the server took his leave, Zach didn't know how to pick the conversational thread back up again.
"Well. These look amazing." He dug in, savouring the ultra-rare meat as he bit into it.