He gets finger-guns. "Ha, I totally get it. Cause you're dead already. Probably a little funnier if you didn't spell it out afterwards." But you also get a laugh, at least?

"Yeah...there was something like..." he didn't want to say the word pack, but that's what it was. His wolf wanted a pack, and Flynn offered him food, safety, and friendship. He coughs, clearing his throat. "Anyway. Yeah, emotions. And it was like...happiness and fifteen-billion cups of coffee. I was so wired."