It was still warm outside, so it wouldn't seem suspicious when he cracked the window on his side: he needed a little fresh air to distract him from the sharp scent of fear...and the faint scent of blood. He kept the radio off as he started the car and pulled carefully on the road.

Hoping to distract her somewhat, he went back to questions. "So Khemrys...you can shift, but you don't heal when you do? You're not a lycanthrope, are you?