He looked you over a couple times almost expectantly, though your expression was unamused or annoyed. He'd thought it'd be funny to fake out throwing a tennis ball after learning of your genetic experiment induced lycanthropy. Nothing had happened and you'd merely stared at him while periodically glancing to the ball still in his hand. He pulled his arm back and chucked the ball for real this time though you still stood unmoving and unimpressed. He sighed and asked: "Seriously? Nothing?"