"Hrmm?" Trevor made a queer sort of inquisitive expression, narrowing his eyes at Izzy. But after a second his expression relaxed and he grinned, showing sharply pointed teeth. "Ah, you're my master's friend." His grin curved upward sharply in an utterly devilish expression.

This wasn't Trevor. It was the White Wolf. The tone of his voice, which sounded like a misbehaving child, and his insincere expression were both leagues away from anything that Trevor was like. With Trevor in front of her, while being Trevor, this was not Trevor at all. So completely different from him. Such a stark contrast, that it was a mirror. Trevor flipped upside-down, and for that was identical to him.

"Keh heh," He made a low, barely-audible laugh, "I thought you looked familiar. You were there when my master buried me. Perfect." The White Wolf said, faintly smiling, indifferent to Izzy's confusion. "I'm not sure what [i]friends[/i] are, but they help each other, right? I'll leave [i]them[/i] to you."

With a thump, he threw something at Izzy's feet. Two things, there were two thumps. Perhaps Izzy had been so distracted by seeing Trevor, or perhaps because it was so dark outside, she hadn't seen that he had been carrying something the entire time. Two somethings. Flaccid lumps the size of people. Because they [i]were[/i] people.

"Lessee, what was it... Oh, yeah, those two are Master's [i]'parents'[/i] or something." He laughed with sudden volume, startling Izzy. He seemed to be having fun. "Anyway, they're unneeded. No value in killing. No value in harassing. Completely worthless. So I ask you, [i]friend[/i]: dispose of them for me. Kill 'em if ya want."

With that, he turned his back on Izzy. Perhaps it was exposure to comic books that made Izzy expect to see a bushy tail when she had already seen animalistic ears, but all she saw was Trevor's firm backside. It was fitting; the White Wolf had no tail.