((OOC: I heard her mention her stepdad, but I don't think I learnt his name. Pleased to meet you, anyway! This is the eeriest thing that's happened to me all week. Also, if you said "teenage girl who pretends to be a 28-year-old dog-guy on the internet," I daresay she'd know exactly who you were talking about. Scots is a small school.))
He was relieved to see somebody vaguely humanoid - or, at least, somebody with flesh - finally turn up to rescue him. They were both naked. This was an absurd situation and one that he hadn't quite envisioned... but he supposed he had to make the most of it.
"Greetings," he said pleasantly to the newcomer, trying not to scrutinise his anatomy in the hopes that he would return the favour. Of not scrutinising his anatomy. Damn. The un-dog wasn't used to being in the presence of naked men. It was most unsettling. "I'm not normally naked, no. I, ah, prefer to be clothed. However, this is a side-effect of swapping forms. I am a shapeshifter, you see." It was better to blow his cover than have them think that he was in the habit of wandering around naked at parties for no real reason.
He gazed fixedly at the ceiling, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.
"Is nudity a particular hobby of yours?"
It wasn't usually the sort of question he liked to ask, but anything that distracted them from killing and reviving him was better than the alternative. Well, most things, anyway.