Josh has seen a wolf's skin blister and curl at the touch of silver, and it had made him want to be ill, he doesn't actually have a clue what it does when it's actually introduced to a wolf's system... and it's probably just as well right now. What he does know is that--maybe, just maybe--this guy isn't the profiteering, inhuman piece of shit he'd been led to believe, and he leans a little farther forward on the bed, though not so far as to compromise his balance this time as he listens.

"... then don't let me walk out, and don't lock me in your trunk." His lips quirk faintly in something that doesn't quite make it to a wry smile. "It'd probably be a bitch making me fit anyway." He pauses, head cocked slightly and expression completely serious. "Let me help. I'm not as incompetent as I probably managed to come off out there. Put me to work."