"What bite?" she asks, looking over at him, her face screwed up in confusion. "Like... a werewolf bite? Oh my god, do you just refer to it like that? Like capital B, the Bite? That's kind of cool." It makes it sound all official and while she has no idea how werewolves actually work, she's decided just now that having official rules and stuff like that makes it all infinitely cooler.

"So like, if I was dying, would I want you to turn me into a werewolf so that I wouldn't die?" she asks. "Uh, yeah. Who wants to die? I mean, as long as I don't get super hairy when I'm still just being me, then being a werewolf sounds pretty cool and way preferable to dying."