"You make it sound so dorky," he complained. Obviously I hurt his feelings.
"Well, who ever heard of a werebear? You gotta admit, it lacks that certain goth vibe."
"At least I don't eat people." Ouch, way to hit a girl where it hurts. Time to lighten things up.
"Yeah, how's that diet of berries and walleye treating you?"
"Pffff, I wish there was some walleye around here." I couldn't believe it, instead of dishing back, he got all reflective on me. "Pretty much nothing but crappies and bass around here. What I wouldn't give for some salmon. I wish my parents would get jobs in the Pacific Northwest."
Why is he always so damn serious? "God, no wonder your breath smells like it does."
"Hey at least I don't chase cats."
"Good one Pooh Boy."
"Pooh? Like Winnie the Pooh? I'm 6' 4", 320 pounds and like you, I transform into a hairy beast with massive claws and teeth and you STILL think I'm just 'Mr. Nice Guy,' all sweet and gentle."
I didn't think it would be a good idea to point out that his name was Ben at that moment.
"You'll have to forgive me, if I don't find you intimidating. After all, I am the bearer of a thousand year old gypsy curse, tormented by demons, libel to get chased down by a mob of villagers with torches and pitch forks any day now."
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