Hank would have bitten his lip if he could without biting it off. Instead he paused and then held up a paw, bidding the man to wait.
"It hurts, the first, then gets easier," he said regretfully. "Do not have clothes, in case they get too tight, i' you get larger." It was all he could do, suggest ways to minimize the impact. "Call," he nodded, then backed off. Suddenly he wasn't so happy. Maybe he should confine himself and not turn anymore, after all, he didn't want to hurt anybody. He was a man of medicine and science, sworn to do no harm.