Biffy was grateful for the appropriately horrified reaction and took a sip of his tea as emphasis of his preferred beverage.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. There was quite a lot of kerfuffle to put it mildly–" and he did so often put things very mildly "–but her husband came round to his senses and got her out of Italy. I was...mostly rescued." Here he tried to look amused or chagrinned but mostly, Biffy just looked a bit worn out at the memory. Metamorphosis was a nasty, nasty business.

"And I was a werewolf."