You stared at the man, gaze unrelenting even as he glared in your direction. You had been watching him for a good 10 minutes, and you could see his resolve start to waver. Soon he'd be answering all of your questions.
The Nord sighed, smirking. "Alright, (y/n). I know I'm handsome, but this is a bit much." You laughed, stretching your arms behind you as you casually leaned back in your chair. "I'm still waiting on an answer to my question."
That wiped the smirk right off of the man's face. He grunted indignently. "For the last time, I'm a werewolf. I have taken the blood of Hircine, but I have not been reduced to a mutt."
"So you don't chew your balls and fetch?"
"Of course not!"
"Aela begs to differ."
The Nord stood from his place at the table and began to walk away, clearly infuriated by the conversation. Just before he reached the doors to the Jorvaskr living quarters, you smirked before yelling.
"Squirrel!"
"Where?!"