Eddie was beyond confused as to why the stranger was now quoting little red riding hood. It was barely above a whisper, and if he wasn’t a werewolf he doubt he could have heard it. Because of this, Eddie decided to ignore it. There was still so much he didn’t know. This stranger broke into his room with seeming knowledgeable about him. He wasn't just your average crook.  

“Then why are you here?” Eddie asked, but the question went unanswered. Instead, the stranger asked about his bottle of scotch. “It’s okay. Could be a bit stronger,” Eddie answers cautiously. Even if he mentioned it, it was still a strange thing to ask. If he thought about it, this entire situation was strange.

When the stranger closed the door, Eddie let’s put a sigh of relief. He did not need someone walking by to see him in nothing more than a towel. “Dilemma how?” Eddie asked while watching the man move across the room. He sat down by the window, which confused him even more. If this man was here to get something from him, then why would he give up his advantage by the door? It was the only way in or out of this room. Unless you want to jump out of the 10th floor. 

The next thing that came out of the stranger's mouth sent chills down Eddie’s back. [i]Monsters[/1]. That word echoed in Eddie's head several times over as unwanted memories resurfaced. He has been called that more time than he could count and it doesn't get any easier. Could this man know about werewolves? How could he? Unless he was one himself, but Eddie was sure that the stranger was human. “Monsters? As in criminals? I can assure you I haven’t vomited anything crimes. At least none that I know of,” Eddie answered, not allowing his real reaction to show.