[ because she would have a hard time understanding even if he tried. she may have explained what's happened to her pinky, and maybe she's dealt with things that go beyond the scope of even his mind, but he can't possibly explain how he is actually a giant wolf that has killed close to a thousand people only to be turned into a human to uphold the law. not only does it make no sense to a Mundie such as herself, the death count alone would make him immediately suspicious.

so yeah, he keeps his lips tight. he avoids direct answers even as he puts attention on himself in watching these stupid films. the overly satirized version of the Big Bad Wolf comes on screen and he clearly grimaces as she brings up Aesop's Fables. ]

Heh. So you only know the original? That's cute. Probably the best version out of them all. [ except for the true Fable. or him. he'd like to say he's pretty ok, except that's an outright lie. ] ―Don't... finish that sentence.

[ he doesn't want to hear about houses blowing down right now. talk about war flashbacks that would show too much damage in his face, yielding further questions. at least they were diverting the subject to her origins, which was both hypocritical and useful. Bigby isn't going to feel bad for that. ]

Oh. So you're really from Columbia? ... Was this "Dickhead & Duke" show a thing in both your towns?

[ that's his way of asking. ]