Animus gives Triquetra a quick wave. Hidden behind the wolf mask, a smile brightens his face before vanishing just as rapidly, as if sucked into the void. But before he can react further, the bundle of energy from poker night runs over, singing. The Thyrsus can't help but shiver a bit at the words, even knowing that it couldn't have possibly been directed toward him.
Eyes flick to pretend claws, covering hands that could so easily turn into real ones. I'm no monster, am I? Pushing the question aside, he tries to force a bit of cheer into his voice. "Hey, Al. Glad you could make it. Some of my friends should be joining us ... " Suddenly spotting Josh and Ruby, he motions them over even as nervousness slams into him. Some wounds just didn't heal quickly.