[ He manages a faint little smile again. At least that won't change; Hank's never appeared to be the type to treat someone different for their circumstances of birth.

So he snickers a little, looking amused. ] You can't get rid of me now, Hank. Just remember this was your choice. [ He's clearly joking. They had harmless, fun banter once upon a time... before Gavin got all up his own ass.

But then he knits his brows together. ]

Wait, then who the fuck turned you? How do you not know anything? I thought werewolves were all supposed to be about packs and community and shit in all the lore.