You walk into his office, hoping to see that big, shaggy werewolf you call your husband. You heard him, up in his office prancing around trying to get comfy. He sits in a corner of the music studio, nomming on his tail (like an idiot), at the sound of you entering his head shoots up,

Andrew: “grrwrrwwgrwwwwrrrgggrr”

He growls softly, not realising who you are yet.