Hank was, needless to say, very pleased that the cigarette was gone, though he was too polite to let it show. He merely bobbed his head in response to "pleased" and filed away the name just in case it was needed later.
To his question he shook his head, leaning back and scratching his chest with one heavily clawed paw. It felt so nice... he wondered why bears in the wild didn't waste away, distracted by such a pleasant experience as a good scratch.
"Huwan," he managed, then snorted at his own slurring. "Naked a'ter the change though. So this, fur tonight."