[Drew just shakes his head.] Y'gotta stop lettin' werewolves ruin date night, man... or at least start hangin' out 'round nicer werewolves. Personally speakin' I'd never ruin your date. [Except Drew probably would ruin date night. The conversation, at least, was distracting enough that he was able to calm down a little.]

I have no fuckin' idea man, seems to follow the way things were workin' back home, even if we're on the moon. [He sighs.] An' no... but guys like me don't bite hard enough to leave a mark. What can I say... I prefer to be the guy gettin' penetrated... by teeth. [He actually winks at Alec which is an impressive move considering blood was steadily soaking its way through the towel in his hand.]

Yeah yeah, no point callin' mister magic pants himself down to figure out somethin' like this. [He reaches into his bag and comes out with a metal pipe, the bowl in the shape of a wolf's head and two packages. One was clearly weed and the other had little purple petals in it.] Be a doll an' fill that with four parts green one part purple?

[He then pushed himself up to sit on the bar and grabbed a nearby knife that he'd been using to chop lime wedges just moments before. Wincing slightly, he starts using the blade to flick bits of glass out of his skin and into the bowl, each of them dropping with a clink.] Oh yeah? What's that like... corsets an' wigs?