"I think I can manage that." Given that that was what they were essentially doing anyway. He gave George an odd look when he started to sprinkle leaves on him, though he got the idea soon enough. He plonked a handful of leaf litter on George, a slight smirk finding its way on to his face, though he let the werewolf proceed with his own camouflage as he intended. "I feel like I'm in Platoon," he whispered. "Except with trolls. And ..none of the other things. I probably shouldn't be giving you ideas."
"Clearly." He hoped this didn't go on too long. Dreams could span ridiculous lengths of time, after all.