He does a strange imitation of a huff, hands pointedly going to his hips. Realizing it's hard for anyone to take him seriously in this form, especially if they aren't cowering in fear, he grunts and shakes his head.

Fuck it. He closes his eyes, concentrating on his form -- his human form. It's always a little bit of a struggle, and a small sliver of worry always wraps itself around his heart, squeezing just a bit and making him wonder what if. What if he gets stuck like this? What then? Does he run around and eat people or something?

Within a few moments, he's back to looking human, a hand pressing against his head as if he's in pain. It's like the world's most shitty migraine, if only for a few seconds, and he shakes his head to try to clear his brain.

"Yeah, if you've got any questions, I'm gonna tell you right now - I ain't got half the answers." Unless he question involves what he likes to eat - everything.

…maybe he's a little hungry.