He was still trying to scrape his thoughts together, a hand repetitively petting her arm as he did. "Hmm? What... this wasn't... I mean, that wasn't enough?" Good god, how long did wolves go into heat for? Shouldn't he have looked that up? He felt like he should have looked that up. "No... No I won't leave. But, ah, I'm going to have to call my dad and come up with something as an excuse." Because 'I can't come home because I'm fucking a werewolf in heat' didn't quite seem like something he could use.