"Uh-- yeah. Like that." He's lucky to have wormed his way out of that one. "Oh, uh-" He turns back, as if to look at his scars, and fleetingly reaches back to touch one.

"Uh, camping. When I was a kid." Which is more less true. It's not that he wants to lie-- he wouldn't if he had a choice. But he can't really tell someone he was attacked by a werewolf. Not this someone, anyway.