[ He hasn't. And he won't pretend he has. Better off for the both of them that he hasn't, however. ]

Not a lick. [ Hm. ] Poor word choice. I don't, no. Nothing comes to mind. Coyotes, sure, they're animals. The wer part eludes. As does, literally everything else about me. But, maybe, that's one more step to finding who you are. Malia. The wercoyote. [ It rolls off the tongue. ] Your blue-eyed secret is safe with me.