"You know, it's kinda impressive." Here's a guy (well, wolf, and he sure as hell smells like one) approaching, all swagger and unearned confidence. "Finding a wall flower out here where there ain't any walls."

He flashes an easygoing grin, canines too sharp to be human, though not so much that they're obvious to anyone not on the lookout for supernatural beasties. There's no threat behind the flash of teeth, though; it looks like he thinks he's being charming.

Yeah, this is just your run of the mill fuckboy werewolf.