"Everyone is on two legs,," he called back, stroking Hayley's hair. "But if you don't have coffee, I might bite your head off. Give us a second, here." He was joking. Mostly. Full moon nights were a little bit killer for him in a totally different ways. "You need help getting dressed? Stay in the blankets? How do you want to handle this?"

Besides, you know, him lunging at coffee like a rabid weasle.