Tucker's only alternate form right now may have been nothing more than a domesticated mutt, but his smile was positively wolfish as the other shifter sat down across from him. Even so, he made clear that she wasn't the total focus of his attention when he turned to a waiter (Clovennian, thank Clove) and ordered a martini, dry with a twist of lemon, then turned back to her. "You don't know? We have an estate here." There was little need to elaborate further than that, so he didn't.
He knocked back another sip of wine, tilting his head slightly. "And how long has this spell been, exactly?" His eyebrows lifted casually. "Hiding from someone, are you?" He smirked. "The aw, perhaps?"