[ Hank scoops the egg up and flops it right on his steak, expertly flipping it over. Yeah, whatever, dipping is for people who are careful enough for that. He takes his first bite and hums softly at the taste. Shit, that's good. ]

Yeah, androids are kinda in a weird place with this whole thing. [ Hank twirls his fork just a bit for the "this whole thing" part. ] They don't smell alive at least not as far as the wolf is concerned. But they think and act like people, so it's not like we ignore 'em altogether.

[ Hank takes another bite, definitely not polite enough to not talk with his mouth full. ]

He's offered to stay with me on the full moon, but I always turn him down. I don't really wanna find out whether or not my dumbass wolf instincts think he's a chair or a snack.

[ Aw, but Gavin... cares. That's. More than Hank expected, actually, what with Gavin's general attitude towards Connor. Hank swallows, a knowing glint in his eye. Who knew Gavin could be nice? ]

He'll be safe leading up to it, though -- I'm not gonna let you lose your head so much that you start actually biting people on the leadup to your first shift.