Drew shrugs slow and deliberate, his mouth widening in a grin. "I don't care if you're a judo master, I'm a stoned werewolf... I'll just bite off your hands and eat them. Its like the creepier version of lil' red ridin' hood." He wouldn't think of doing that, either. "Or we could just snuggle, I mean, why y'gotta worry 'bout the danger?"