"I heard you ran into a Goat Wesen?" Monroe thanked Dahlia for the wine she handed him and sat in the armchair they had specifically left for him.
Before Nick could answer, Hancock eagerly launched into an account of his experiences that day. At the end, he gave Nick a suspicious look. "I don't understand. Why was I the only one affected, while he was fine?"
Monroe glanced at Nick too and spread his hands. "I don't know either. Supposedly, Goat Wesen give off a scent, something like a pheromone, secreted through sweat and things like that. Its effect is similar to psychological suggestion, but stronger.
"They tend to work as preachers, television hosts, actors, and so on. They like being in the spotlight. For a while, I even suspected JFK might have been one of them..."
Nick had to clear his throat to interrupt his rambling. The FK he mentioned was President Kennedy, the American president famous for his playboy image.
"Maybe the Grimm bloodline has other special qualities besides being able to see through a Wesen's disguise?"
Nick did not want to reveal his Psionics yet, though he figured his immunity probably had little to do with them. Pheromones and the like could probably be classified under physical or poison resistance.
He steered the conversation back on track and looked seriously at the Wolf Wesen. "Tell us what you know about Goat Wesen."
"Uh. I actually don't know all that much."
Monroe tilted his head back thoughtfully. "I did know one in high school. Elvis Grayspan. A real lady-killer. Every pretty girl in school was crazy about him, even the new teacher, and the guy hardly ever turned anyone down.
"Mind you, he wasn't even six feet tall, but he weighed 286 pounds. Yet the girls just couldn't