[The skinny man swallows and finally averts his gaze, nodding. Granted, the nod is so small that it could be mistaken for his quivering, but he hasn't realized that he's shaking like a leaf just yet. It takes him another second for his voice to return.]

At... a-at your convenience. I'm, uh-- kind of obviously not going anywhere.

[He gestures behind himself at his makeshift bedroom.]

V'got no door to lock, so, uh. Wh-whenever is good for you...

[Oh, wait. He lifts his head, and, in spite of his fear, he's remembered to be polite.]

I'm-- I'm sorry. I never asked for your name. I doubt you would appreciate someone shouting for you through the halls or... or anything.

[In spite of everything, Bennett holds his hand out to shake. It trembles, but, again, the werewolf hasn't noticed it. It just happens sometimes.]