That, and the big doofus generally likes to be, you know, nice to people. When they're not insulting him or his friends...

Rosch scratched at his cheek, offering a look of sympathy. "How long, exactly?" Stocke had been here for about half a year, so the changes must have come on pretty quickly if he had transformed so drastically. Rosch wondered just how long it would be before he would be sporting claws of his own...