Scott starts, looking up from his phone and almost dropping it with the sudden reaction. He should have heard this guy approach. Should have at least caught his scent, but all he could hear right now was the ambiance of the night. But then the words sink in and he's left uneasy with a worried sense of dread pooling in his stomach.

He didn't recognise Angelus, but he would know the name if he heard it, thanks to all the warnings on the Network. If he had, he would be running or squaring off to detain him (wishful thinking there, Scott). The wolf carefully tries not to show any kind of fretting over being called out.

"A what?" He tries to laugh it off, but it doesn't sound genuine at all. It's tight an worried. "I think you're being Punk'd 'cause someone's jerking you around." The most convincing denial ever, right here.