as the lines walk past , the priests take their place behind them , with their staff in hand . i glared at his hand on me . am i so fickle in my ways ? but he 's still a werewolf and for one night each month , he 's something totally different than what you know now . `` i 'm sick and tired of him cursing up a storm around here . but she spoke : i was wondering if i might borrow a tea bag or two . 