In response, Caine lifted his hands and wiggled his fingers in their leather casings. "I meant, for me. I tend to wear them pretty regularly." No identifying marks left to excite overly-nosy authorities, which sometimes came in handy--no pun intended, he thought with a wry snort.

As for the rest... "As long as you follow my lead, don't pick any fights, and keep a low profile, we shouldn't have a problem." Caine recrossed his arms again. "I don't make a habit of backing out on a job. Doesn't do much for the resume."

Helluva mutation to be saddled with, to be sure, but she'd said she could keep it under control, and as long as they were in agreement on these few things, he had no reason not to make good on his word. He supposed it was a "pack" thing--a bit on the low side, his loyalty could be bought, as such, but shit, a lone lycantant had to make a living somehow, right?