"Honor is not determined by a single moment, unless it is the moment of your death," he replied firmly, but when Glass asked if he was a werewolf, the surprise dumped all the wind out of his sails. "What?" He looked at Glass like he had two heads. "No. Those are fictional," at least on his world.

He glanced over at the dinosaur that was in the room with them. "At least where I'm from." But now he was just unsettled. "Are you?"

If werewolves were real, what else might be? Vampires, zombies, witches? Dragons?