[He grins, not even worried about Matthew getting suddenly close. Taking a deep breath as he enters his personal space, smelling a mixture of the man, the pot and the aconite. It was basically his idea of heaven.] Dude the pot-nap will take a while, believe me even after I smoke I'm still totally sociable for a few hours. An' I'll keep up. Speed is my thing, always been better at the runnin' side of things than the fightin'.

[It was true, which is why he was usually drafted in as messenger for a lot of pack business. His strength was the same as any werewolves, mostly because he never bothered to try hard, his speed however? Hell speed was something the werewolf thirved with.]

Gluttony, hm? [He thinks about it for a second.] Maybe. [A grin. It was probably right, after all.]