For a moment, the only noises originated from Carl's workroom. "So, you were a werewolf once? How'd that happen?" Oz asked, curious.
Van Helsing winced. "I got bit."
That little ghost of a smile returned. "Same here."
"Who bit you?" Van Helsing asked, intrigued despite himself.
"My baby cousin. He really hates being tickled."
Van Helsing smirked. "I'll have to keep that in mind."
"What about you?"
He hesitated a moment. It had always been a sore subject for him. "My late girlfriend's brother bit me."
Oz only raised an inquiring eyebrow.
The famous monster hunter winced again. "Don't ask."