[Fenris is used to being the one who sticks out the most, whether that be back home or anywhere else, even when he traveled with a group who by all means did not blend in. It was interesting to sit next to someone who drew gazes away from him for a change.

That sharp toothed grin sure is something. Makes the guy look about ten times more sinister when it's likely he's just simply smiling and not even trying. He won't lie, he might have thought him a demon or something had he met him anywhere else, but this place? He's seen many strange things.

Besides, demons tended to be a lot more stealthy.

He takes a long sip from his drink.]

It does not. While he boasts confidently, the smaller man is watching his openings. He will surely take advantage of his obvious weakness.

[He noticed the larger man subtley protecting his left ribcage. A previous injury, he gathered, maybe from another fight.]