"So you tried; now what?"
He shrugged. "You're dominant to me."
"Just like that," I said.
"Would you be happier if I made you fight me?"
I shook my head.
"But I backed her up," Larry said. "She didn't do it alone."
"Doesn't matter. You're loyal to her, would risk your life for her. There's more to being dominant than just muscle, or guns."
Larry looked puzzled. "What do you mean, dominant? I feel like I'm missing part of the conversation."
"Why are you working so damn hard at not being human, Jason?" I asked.
He smiled and went back to his breakfast.
"Answer me, Jason."
He finished off his eggs and said, "No."
"What's going on?" Larry said.
"Mind games," I said.
Larry made an exasperated noise. "Someone explain to me why we had to pull a gun on someone who's supposed to be on our side."
"Jean-Claude keeps telling me Richard isn't any more human than he is. Jason's little display helps emphasize that. Doesn't it, wolf-boy?"
Jason ate the rest of his food like we weren't there.
"Answer me," I said.
He turned on the bar stool, putting his elbows behind him. "I have too many masters now, Anita. I don't need another one."
"And I've got too many monsters messing with me right now. Don't add yourself to the list, Jason."
"Is it a short list?" he asked.
"Gets shorter all the time," I said.
He smiled and slid off the bar stool. "Is anybody tired but me?"
Larry and I stared at him. The werewolf didn't look tired--more than I could say for us mere humans.
Jason wasn't going to answer my questions, and they weren't important enough to shoot him over. Stalemate.
"Fine; where are you sleeping?" I asked.
"If you trust me not to eat him, in Larry's room."
"No way," I said.
"You want me here, with you?"
"I told him he could stay in my room on the ride over," Larry said.