Looking down was probably his first mistake. If he'd recognized Angelus at all, known the face that went with all the warnings that had gone out lately, he might have known to run-- might have managed it, too, given what he was. Whether or not he recognized Angelus, however, didn't really matter. Angelus recognized him, they'd crossed paths during one of his earlier stays in Wonderland-- briefly, but it was enough for the vampire to know exactly who he was and who his friends were. Two of whom he'd eaten in the past.

"I didn't think werewolves went to the gym," he remarks with the faintest hint of a smile, amused as he approaches. Even if he hadn't known beforehand, he would have smelled it on him. Werewolves always had a distinct scent, no matter what breed they were.