A handshake? With what he presumed to be some kind of were-thingum, based solely on his sire's description of shapeshifters as smelling like damp fur and earth?

Well, why the hell not.

"Hi. Echo." He loosely clasped her hand and shook it, but he wasn't going to discuss the weather. He had to draw the line somewhere. He sneaked a look at her forearm, looking for obvious signs of animal fur. There were none.

Turning to Holly, he raised his eyebrows. Was she going to continue sharing news or was that not meant for other ears?