He grew visibly uncomfortable with the whole canine gene thing. It was no big surprise that werewolf was the first thing to pop into his head, but considering no one really looked as worried as he felt... (not that Damon ever did, but the point stood.) He managed to stay quiet throughout the explanation without any dry comments or exclaiming that it seemed really, really stupid for anyone to go and drink drugs in a freaking haunted mental asylum just because the guy in charge told people to. That was a feat, to be honest.

Because seriously. Seriously. Vampire or not, that just was not a good life choice.

So. Not a werewolf. That was a good thing. (Right?) Turning into dogs like that was another episode of Manimal was significantly less good. At least he could swallow that pill pretty easily.

"That seems to be the consensus with anything that used to be an animal. I found a, uh, giant cat the other night. It was the same way." The one that had torn his throat out. Skipping over that. "Can you tell if it's worn off by now? This sounds kind of similar to something that happened to me. Replace fear of the dark with really, really bad luck. Don't ask."