There was another small smile, and another shrug that was mostly a movement of his wings, "So am I. And there aren't Erasers here, believe me, you'd know if there were. Supermodel wolfmen with all the malicious intent of a six year old who'd decided they don't like you."
He stretched again, swinging his feet, "And I was just ribbing you before, I'm still getting used to people being concerned for me as a person and not just as an asset."
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