[image description: cut to a shot of the draconian high priest and the werewolf standing side by side, still only shown from the waist up. the green-scaled, golden-horned, yellow-eyed reptilian humanoid is looking at something offscreen to his right, whereas malcolm is looking more or less in the direction of the camera. as the words that have just been spoken begin to sink into the werewolf’s brain his own yellow eyes narrow. “wait,” he says. “just what sort of ‘unholy union’ are we talking about here?”]