[There's a much briefer pause there than there should be, considering how far from the door Atem sounded. Nephs are fast. The door opens almost before Noa is finished saying "cold", and a droopy-winged nephilim answers the door. Even the purple cloth floating around his shoulders seems listless.]

Come in, then. Of course I won't leave you to freeze on the doorstep.

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Your dog's trained, right?

[Tybolt sticks his head out of one of his hides, sniffing the air curiously.]

Wait...unless it's a werewolf. Are you a werewolf?

[Shit, he didn't even consider this might not be a pet.]