[ Whatever venom Fenris tries to throw Rafe's way, it has about as much effect as— Well. Everything else he's tried so far. All Rafe allows for a reaction are a pair of arched eyebrows, head tilted in a wordless seriously? while he waits... And is rewarded with one grumpy elf in a beanie. ]

Glad to see you can listen to sense. [ He at least has the tact to refrain from adding; After it's been beaten into your head with a wiffle ball bat. ] You may not be completely useless after all.

[ And already back to your regularly scheduled jackass.

He lets his eyes wander up and down Fenris, an assessing gaze as he chews the inside of his cheek. Finally, he shrugs. The eyes are overlarge and the tattoos definitely stand out, what silver lines Rafe can see curling up from his collar and over his chin, but much easier to write those off without the big what-the-hell ears like a couple of air controller wands saying hey look at me. ]

The attitude works, [ he notes with resigned acceptance. ] Call it a hunch but the less people you talk to, I think, the better.