[ He chuckles, even as he reaches out and tugs Reign closer, in between his spread thighs from where he's still straddling the barstool. ]

Gonna protect me from all the other predators, are you?

[ But at the news that Reign had been hunted, just for being himself, has Sylvain frowning, hands winding around his waist possessively. ] Idiots. I would have known better, first of all. If I were hunting you, it would have been for far different ends.

[ As for the question about his transformation, though, he rolls his eyes in amused exasperation. ] Let's just say I had fur and fangs that made yours look dainty. Oh, and a very strong desire to howl at the moon.