"I understand your anger..." Michael said, catching a whiff of her. "I'm not too fond of people telling me how to do my job, either."
Ever since becoming a genetic experiment, a werewolf in effect, his senses had been heightened so drastically that he could detect certain emotions by the body's different reactions, and thus its different scents.
Having amnesia, of course, he had no experiences to compare this "gift" to. It had always been, for him, as if he'd been born one.
Michael thought of that for a moment. Perhaps he had been reborn, he supposed.
"I only say so for your benefit, at any rate. Whether you choose to stay out here is entirely up to you. I've had enough of humanity as it is. But fortunate for them that I also believe in justice and morality."
No one knew he was a werewolf, but sometimes he talked like one. How was one supposed to talk about humans when one wasn't completely human?