"If I had to," he corrected — fully capable of stubbornly ignoring injuries in order to get a jump start on his paper work. Which he loathed with nearly every fiber of his being.
He couldn't help but grin at her response, casting her a knowing side-glance. The werewolf sighed somewhat wistfully. "My best feature," he said softly and just a tiny bit sad, keeping up the facade of being serious.
Rex actually laughed at the imagery of the cat casually sitting on his patrol vehicle, cleaning herself while he got outnumbered. It was actually a little scary how easy it was to picture. Any and all amusement died, however, when she explained the consequences of such a spell. He tilted his head, much like a confused dog would, and stared for a moment — unsure of what to make of that information. Was that something he needed to keep an eye out for in the future.. clones?
As she moved past him, Rex turned to face her, leaning his elbow back against the counter. "Five days of sixteen hour shifts," he all but grumbled. They needed to hire more deputies, always, but even with the added help he'd most likely still keep the long hours. "Which, is partly why I popped in because I have this sinking feeling that this might be the last intelligible conversation I have with someone for the next week."