Sam watches, more with interest than any fear. Sure, his brain is going over the ways to take out a werewolf. Which may or may not work on her. But he can't really stop the Hunter in him from actually thinking about it.

And he does notice that the clothing changes with her, which is...different.

It takes a few moments for what the Ghost has said to filter in. He blinks, glancing over at the Ghost with a half smile. "We're social animals. Making social units is...in our blood. It's not surprising that werewolves do the same thing. They have instincts from both sides wanting to do it." Tilting his head, he adds, "Being listened to might be more of a challenge."