Zachary's brows furrow at Brennan's inquiry, his tanned hand sliding up and down his arms to regain some lost warmth. His question was like... why do vampires drink blood? Or why do dark hunters hunt? Living as an orca was part of who he was, he couldn't not live as a whale nor could he not live as a human. Perhaps it was easier for shifters who had animal sides that lived on land, being able to shift at a moment's notice while Zachary needed a... very large body of water. "If I give into my 'inner whale' as you put it," he pauses, his nose wrinkling, "there's a chance I can't live as a human," he explains again. To Zach it was a simple thing for his mind to wrap around but perhaps for non-shifters it wasn't that easy. "It's not like we live like this all the time, we're just travelers. Every year we travel from one side of the world to the other. We do have homes. Plus, if anyone has kids we change up our patterns and will stay in one spot during the school year so they can go to school and we just travel during summer instead," he shrugs casually. "But, if we go to college we are on our own and have to meet up with the pod later on," he tacks on enthusiastically.

Ah, what a fun time college was.

As their conversation moves forward, Willy is ecstatic to see the clear disgust written across the man's face at the mention of his blowhole. Rumbling laughter breaks from his chest, his head tilting back, the chill forgotten momentarily. He only pauses in his amusement as Brennan states rather clearly, he was into only women. Shrugging, he waggles his brows suggestively, Willy firm in his own sexuality even with his lack of experience. Still, when Brennan mentions having an animal to help him out, he can't help but allow some sadness to tug at the corner of his mouth, "Ah, I can't really do animals. They really, really don't like me," he complains with a sigh. It was perhaps, his non-human side was an apex predator, he wasn't really sure and yet, he had been attacked by far more animals than he thought possible. Especially dogs. Dogs didn't like him and he didn't care for them either. The thought of those four legged creatures, his gaze snaps back to the demon dog at Brennan's side, giving it a wary look.

Honestly, there was no reason for Zach to be terrified of a dog for gods sake. Although, the unknown creature that lurked beneath that fur was a mystery to him and one that was best to keep in the unknown.

"I don't live here though," he enunciates his words with a playful eye roll, "I can't just waltz into the nearest store, demand they clothe me and be on my merry way. I mean I could but I don't think it will go the way I want it to," he grunts as the waves slap at his bare chest. Another shiver runs down his spine as he attempts to rub some warmth back into him, he really needed to shift soon - he was already pushing his luck. And yet, he was enjoying the human interaction, Zachary wasn't quite ready to let it go yet. Casually mentioning his innuendo, his sheepish grin only widens as Brennan roars with laughter. Willy would take that one as a win. He doesn't respond, simply because he didn't have experience, there was no way he was telling Brennan now after he got a good laugh out of him. The joke is forgotten after a moment as a shirt simply appears in front of Brennan - Zach doing a double take, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

"HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" His excitement is ten fold as he swims closer to the boat, his eyes wide as he stares up at Brennan. "That's a neat trick! Can you make anything? Could you make another boat like this?!" He exclaims wildly, his enthusiasm getting the better of him as he fires off his questions. "What about a person? Could you make a copy of me?"It was the sudden growl from the demon-dog that snaps Willy out of his excitement, the man back pedaling in the water a safe distance away. Wariness enters his gaze again as he stares at the massive dog, Willy sticking his tongue out at the animal, as if that was going to do anything other than make him look childish.

After explaining the origin of his nickname, Zach glances back to Brennan, his lips curving up into a slight smile. He was almost certain the man was about to leave, to abandon him to this stretch of ocean and so he asks for a ride back to shore. Not that it would have been very hard to swim back but... he wasn't ready to be left alone again. Brennan seems almost hesitant at first but he agrees nonetheless and Willy's enthusiasm is back ten-fold as he swims back and forth like a dog greeting its master at the door. As Brennan ticks off his requirements, he pauses in his swimming and floats at attention, Willy saluting the other man, "Yes, sir!" He exclaims happily watching as the man summons more things. Maybe he could only summon clothes? Either way, it was probably the coolest thing Zach had ever seen in his life.

Waiting impatiently, Brennan calls the demon-dog to him and away from the side of the boat and even though, Willy is hesitant. He supposed if the dog charged him... he could just jump overboard, the thought of sharing the vessel with that fur ball wasn't appealing but the excitement of more human interaction overrides his wariness. He takes a moment to call on that shift, his tail changing into legs as the man sinks in the water slightly, his legs kicking back and forth to tread at the salt water. Swimming towards the boat with powerful strokes, he grasps the vessel and hesitates for only a brief second before pulling himself with strong arms. Finding a foothold, he kicks over the side and flops rather unglamorously onto the wooden plans before scrambling as far away from the demon dog, his eyes searching to find it.

He sits there for a moment before remembering the requirements of Brennan's deal, his hands quickly shooting between his legs to hide his junk from the man. Standing, he wobbles slightly, the motion of the boat strange beneath his legs. Reaching for the towel, he grabs it and starts drying off awkwardly with one hand, realizing it was a two handed job he turns away from Brennan to finish drying off. He supposed his naked ass was better than a full view of his manhood. He's quick and efficient as he slips on the pants, the waistline a touch tight and yet, it hardly mattered to him, it was the first clothes he had donned in weeks, it felt good. Draping the towel over his head he picks up the sweatshirt and stares at it for a moment before booming laughter echoes out of him. "This is... perfect," he gasps out in amusement, "You know, I once tried to convince my sister to open up a whale show, all these orcas perfectly trained? It would have been amazing," he laughs at the memory as he tugs the sweatshirt over his head, the towel dropping to the wooden planks. "She didn't go for it, but it was worth a try," he says through the shirt just as his head pops out the top.

Reaching down, he grabs the towel and sets it on top of his head, scrubbing at his hair to dry it, the man stumbling as a small wave hits the side of the boat. Willy barely catches himself, as his stomach churns in an... unpleasant way. Lowering the towel to the back of his neck, he glances around, admiring the boat. "Where's the steering wheel thingy? Can I drive?" He grins, his eyes searching for the wheel, or whatever it was, at least until the boat rocks again. Pausing, he frowns. Maybe he should sit down. And sit down he does. Finding a fairly dry spot, he slides to the ground and puts his head in between his legs, his stomach rolling the ocean, "Ugh, I don't feel too good."

Zachary Williams