Stacia met his sheepish grin with a single raised eyebrow. Which would have been more impressive if she hadn't yawned immediately after, but it was late and she was tired and she couldn't sleep because of the stupid goddamned nightmares.

Oh well. She'd wanted to talk with him anyway.

"So," she said. "Tell me about 'wizard Hitler'."

Apparently, the werewolf had something on her mind other than you turn into a dog?