Luther’s the one who needs to be hosed down, Cheryl. 🙂
As the psychotherapist, Michael Kitchen delivers a wonderful picture of constrained arousal – half sex and half ambition. This delivers both comedy – as in the scene in which he tries to reconcile his incredulity with the professional etiquette of not repudiating the client – and something a bit breathier, as when he fastidiously refuses to give Alice a physical examination, forcing her to demonstrate her wolfishly heightened sense of smell by telling him exactly what he had for lunch and pointing out that he’s becoming sexually excited.
Kitchen’s character is doomed, I would guess, academic rationalisation being a capital offence in werewolf stories, but he helps considerably while he survives.