"That just means you're not a werewolf."

Buster fucking hates werewolves. Even at this size, he'd probably have a good go at tearing Cassidy's throat out if that's what he was.

"I haven't shot you yet, have I?"

The gun is still sitting on the bed, with Wilford making no moves to reach for it. He feels like he knows what Cassidy is going to say, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Even if he does seem like a pretty cool guy so far.