Terrence narrowed his eyes at her, thoughtfully, even as he chuckled. "I didn't think that was how lycanthropy worked," he said, entirely too amused. "I'd be a bad arse werewolf, though."
Not that he particularly wanted to be one. Sure, it was another way to transform into an animal, but he wouldn't have any control over it. He could control the hyena inside him, let it out whenever he wanted to. Besides, hyenas were far more interesting than wolves, even were ones.
He laughed again at her assessment of his and Katie's naming choices, shifting his hips just a little bit sideways and forward, to sit closer to her and to relax further into the couch. Her hand on his thigh was more distracting than a simple touch had any right to be, but he only responded by brushing his knuckles lightly against the back of her neck.
"Sister Mary Catherine," he said, amused. "She's a nun who used to be a stripper named Candy Cane. Now she's just a bloody tease." His Blue Balls name had originally been intended as ironic, but he was more than happy to add to the story to make it less ironic. "Poor bastard. Though he should really know better than to fall for a stripper nun."
He grinned, glad that she liked his idea. Not that he'd been worried about it in the least; she never got in the way of his fun. Nor did he get in the way of hers. "I think the acromantulas have a better chance of getting at the hawks," he said. "We should probably equip them with and train them to use firethrowers, or something, to protect themselves."