It's the scent of something more than human that stops Angelus in his tracks, well before he actually sees Jackson arrive. His mouth hitches upwards into an easy but cruel smile, one with a hard edge to it as he looks the boy over, appraising him.

Whatever he is, it's powerful. That's for damn sure. That always makes them more fun. The stronger they are, the harder they fall -- and the more fun it is to lord it over them.

"Huh. What have we here." He takes a single step forward before inhaling, giving him another a once-over and catching a glimpse of those claws.

"Werewolf. Been awhile since I've gotten to play with one of you."

Apparently, Jackson puffing his chest out wasn't quite doing the trick.