Jude's small smile broadens, a laugh shaking his shoulders more than making an actual sound. He gives Marcus an affectionate little thumb on the backs of his shoulders -- easy as breathing for him, that affection.

"And you've had your wolf, what, a week?"

To say he's impressed is an understatement, and it shows all over his face as it softens.

"Got some clothes in my bag for you, if you want 'em."

By his expression, it's not for Jude's comfort, just an offer.