Andre opened his jaws, delighted, and bounced in place.
“I thank you very much,” the werewolf turned toward me and lowered his ears a little as he studied me; it seemed to me he eased his defensive, alert posture somewhat because somehow we had made it clear to each other that we weren’t a threat. “Are you alright? You don’t look very…”
No, of course I didn’t look alright. I was sleepy, and the Red Bull had only had the opposite effect; my eyes were closing on their own. That couldn’t be good for my system either. A fit of laughter came over me, which I controlled by covering my mouth with my hand, and I doubled over, overtaken by the absurdity. I no longer had coordination between my thoughts, and the drowsiness took over my body so completely that laughter seemed like the only escape.
