Elle takes that as her cue to, reluctantly, slip off the coat and put it back where it was resting before. She gives the absurdly soft faux-fur trim one last pet before stepping back and following Dan.

"It counts to me, though I will say that there's nothing quite like being constantly scolded by a woman with Russian accent and no mercy," she sighs as if reminiscing. "I know werewolves that wish they were that intimidating."

Elle snorts. "Yeah, you're not wrong. The cat thing did me a lot of favors, I'm probably going to be a much better dancer now than I was before, even several years out of practice."