Vasquez feels a lot of affection to Bobo, both for the food, but in general. It's why he leans forward and gives him some sloppy kisses with his tongue when Bobo gets close enough to clean him off with the rag, nuzzling his muzzle against Bobo's neck before sprawling on the warm floor of the butcher, half like he wants to take a nap instead of talk about anything.

After all, if he's a wolf, there doesn't need to be any talking. Bobo should know what he was thinking and he hopes the sad eyes will do the trick, because while he can shift back to himself, he really would rather not.

This way, no one has to talk about Joshua Faraday.