[he grimaces for a minute while he absorbs the glowing blue eyes and the teeth. werecoyote? he's dealt with zombies and vampires and he's about two steps away from noping the fuck out of here because things that go bump in the night aren't his thing, but malia doesn't look like she's going to make him a star in his own b horror film, so he ultimately settles for a nod.]

That's not exactly what I was expecting when you strolled on in, but I guess that's the point. Aside from the sharp and pointies... you got anything fun you can do?