"I like mythology, especially since Mama named me after someone in one of the stories," the brunette said, letting her hand be dwarfed by his. His body heat was markedly different than a human's, as if he'd just stopped warming himself by a fire. Werecreatures were natural heat producers, even walking on two legs. She sniffed at the air again. Familiar, yet also different.

"I'm guessing you're not American," she remarked once the handshake was over. "Where in the UK are you from?"