As Cooper skidded to a stop, he realized he'd never seen Faust before. His scent was merely similar. Must have used the same cologne as someone else Cooper knew. It was damned suspicious how the man knew he was cursed just by a look. Still, out of all the people to run into on the streets, meeting someone who knew exactly what was wrong with him was a lucky break. He shook his head in response to Faust's question.

He tilted his head back and gave out a keen wailing noise that was sure to set teeth on edge. All in all, it was rather pathetic sounding. He set his front paws on Faust's legs, mindful of the claws, and looked up with a pair of brown eyes. If the good doctor knew what had been done to him, maybe he knew a way to reverse it too.