"Why is everyone today so determined to die?" Gakan asked glumly. He supposed one werewolf was much like the other, but still. He'd given him the full works, and the bloody idiot had still gone for it. And he'd ruined a shirt for nothing.

"Look, we have a town, no one'll care you're a werewolf, yada yada yada. I have a big full pitch, but everyone who hears that seems to want to off themself, so someone else do it." And besides, the man gave him nothing to work with. The suicidal rarely had much in the way of levers.