Obviously, Sirius didn't get off his property. Instead he straightened up, flicked his hair back and tried a charming smile in the direction of the shed. He had no idea whether his charm worked through boarded up windows or on angry, lone wolfmen, but no time to find out like the present. "My apologies, sir, but I can't do that."

He could, he supposed. He just really didn't want to. "I need your help."

What did he do if this werewolf rushed him? He was an alpha, whatever that meant. More powerful. Potentially still very dangerous without the full moon. He didn't even know. He had a silver necklace that Remus had given him once, but he wasn't sure whether that had much self-defence value. Mostly sentimental, he supposed.

Had to appeal to a beastly man's humanity somehow. "Please. My boyfriend's in danger."