“What are you doing here? How do you keep getting in?”
“Hello to you too. I got in the same way you did- the window. And we had a deal, remember?”
“I remember.” I say through clenched teeth.
“What were you doing? Why did you need your crossbow? Why do you use a crossbow, anyway? I mean guns are so much more-”
“You ask too many questions.” I snap, cutting him off.
“You don’t answer them.”
“Fine. I was on a hunt. And before you ask, it’s none of your business what I was hunt-”
“Werewolf.” He said, sniffing once. Noticing my confused face, he cleared it up, “I can smell him on you. And, you’re carrying silver-tipped arrows.” He said, sneezing.”