Her clothes shifted like her form does. With a shimmer as the glamour fell from sight, the modern attire melted to reveal black on black gear. Stretchy for movement, and colorless for camouflage. The hilt of a dagger protruded from her left and right thighs. More adorned her form, strapped to her chest like crossed swords, on both sides of her ribcage, a staff of illuminated metal at her back, and two hidden blades tucked in her knee-high iron toed boots.
"Now. My proposition I hand to you is the way I plan to Handel the moon child. My wishes are to find him, and sedate the animal counterpart. Thus, rendering him human, and unable to change to a wolf until I print the mark of control upon his lower spine. Or, to translate, a series of swirls and intricate threads of ink curling about the skin, and seeping the the wherewolf's most sensitive spot. The mark will ensure his wolf is tuned with his mind. Although, should I find the human counterpart is also agreeing to this savage nature, I will dispose of him. To you, if you wish to eliminate the subject."
She used a rhythmic, musical, hypnotic tone as if to prove the plan a complete success in advance, and calm any doubts he might have enough for encouragement in asking questions.