"I am quite well off, thank you very much," Gerwulf stated as he shook his head. Just because he didn't bring that wealth into the forest before he shifted under the full moon didn't mean that he was a hobo. As for what was wrong with her outfit, well, hers was just as bad as his, if they were to go anywhere fancy enough to require him to wear a three-piece. Shrugging then as she spoke of restraining the beast rather than running. Gerwulf had no idea who or what she was in truth, just what Nascha had told him. It didn't matter in his eyes; she was just a woman who felt hurt and needed some company.
Otherwise, why even approach his fire? "Yes, I would try if I knew. I try to avoid getting people hurt," Or worse, were words that didn't leave his lips. He didn't want to point out that creatures in bloodlust usually slowed only in three ways. One of those was death. Smirking then as she stuck her tongue out, childish but amusing. As for his stories, his past. It was no big deal; they were long dead with good deaths. "Not just barbaric, afraid, and emotional. They do things to people because they don't like those that are different," He spoke out as he got up slowly, moving to his belongings to fish out a small knife.
With it, he went back to where he had sat before. The knife was deliberately held firmly and moved slowly as he began to make cuts in the meat, enough that if anyone were to pull at the strips, they would loosen themselves. "Of course I'm a lunatic, we're Lycans under Máni. As for fire, it is an old friend. Take some meat if you want," Gerwulf stated before putting the knife on a clean enough stone by the fire. "Let's stop talking about the bad. Are you in college or something? Or have you abandoned education altogether outside of hocus pocus?" He asked in a genuine manner, still smiling as he moved to tear a slice out of the roasted cut of game.
