It really wasn't his plan to strip naked in public today. But once he gets the top half of his jumpsuit off, his thumbs are already hooking into the material at the waist. He can't help it. He feels like he's about to shift, even though that's not possible since the wolf in him has been repressed since he got here. And yet, there's that distinct feeling, like everything is on edge and his bones are about to transform, he's about to grow fur, the world feels sharper than it has in days and he's instinctively fighting clawing out of his clothes if not out of his own skin.

He'd been thankful for the company when Buffy has first invited him to patrol with her. Now, he's not so sure that he isn't about to humiliate himself. But everything is amped up, including the girl walking next to him, heat radiating from her skin, her smell, her tone of voice. It could all be in his head, but he really feels like he's been given all the worst parts of his wolf back.

"White." He says, drawing deep breaths and occasionally growling in exhale. "Yeah, you look good in white. I mean you would." This is definitely a normal conversation. Never mind that he's imagining all of Buffy's pale white skin... all of it. There are a lot of things that his wolf amps up, sex drive included. Maybe his wolf isn't here, not really, but whatever's happening... it's happening. This is definitely, most absolutely (not) a normal conversation.