He could probably still get out of them. Eventually. If he was left alone for long enough. But they'd definitely give him more trouble than standard issue cuffs. None of which is hopefully going to be an issue here and now, and Josh watches Dwayne closely, trying to read his responses and figure exactly where he stands. It's still a bit difficult doing the one-eighty from thinking of the man as an immoral piece of shit who'd sell people to line his pockets to realizing that they're actually on the same side... and that Dwayne obviously knows a hell of a lot more about what he's doing than the organization Josh has been working with. The fact he's so slow to resort to violence, that even without knowing jack about Josh he'd been willing to risk himself and his plans to keep him from ending up kneecapped in an alley, leaves Josh particularly well disposed towards him, though. As does his calm quiet, even when he's obviously wound up and stressed the hell out. And, okay, it doesn't hurt that he's ridiculously easy on the eyes, but that's really not relevant under the circumstances.

"We're small." He shrugs. "We have some reliable contacts and some good financing and support, but we're not equipped to handle anything big or deal with actual conflict." Which is frustrating as hell at times. Knowing that sales are going down they can't step in on, seeing abuse they can't stop. The idea of getting involved with something bigger, more organized, more effective is incredibly appealing, and he frowns at Dwayne's question, brows furrowing in obvious confusion. "... why wouldn't I be able to?"

It's not that he doesn't realize the man's asking if he'd be prejudiced against working with a werewolf, possibly with a side of wondering how he'd do taking orders from a little slip of a girl, he just... doesn't get why the hell the man thinks he'd be doing this in the first place if it would be a problem for him.