[Lobo just chuckles, gathering up all his things to exit the baths altogether. He's mostly fully dry by now, and he knows he's big, thus takes up a lot of space. Better to go somewhere else, and accommodate those that want to enjoy a soak for themselves.]

Oh, but there are plenty of stories about benevolent wolves - just not as well known. [He is far-traveled, and has existed since, well...the beginning of Life itself, so has heard all manner of stories about all manner of creature.] Though, senorita, if you wish to subvert the perception of my ilk, may I suggest writing a story yourself? You seem, ah...quite passionate. Much appreciated, by the by.

I am not one many enjoy seeing myself. [He chuckles, softly and darkly, and there's an oddly little...glint to Lobo's eyes as he tugs his cloak back on, and fastens his belts and holsters for his sickles at his waist.]