"Miss Lewis." Some of his normal exasperation is creeping back up now, and he gives her A Look. "I don't understand a bloody thing you do with machines but it's clear you're highly effective." He'd cite Nathan trying to poach her from Shepard, too, if he knew.

Werewolf threats are unique. They prey on some of his oldest childhood fears-- he genuinely doesn't believe they're monsters all the time, he knows, he's more than qualified to work with them, he's studied and studied and gone out and been up to his neck in the real horrorshow that it can be. He's almost jaded. But Merlin is it unsettling. And Darcy's not even a witch. She wouldn't have stood a chance.

"But you aren't educated about dealing with preternatural beings. You must treat these things with the gravity they deserve."