Mayhem listened as the two women talked about living situations. He wished he had that sort of choice, really. As it stood, he'd been ripped from anything familiar, and had barely been given time to pack clothing for the venture. Thank gods he didn't have any pets... Bella invited Veronica, as it seemed her name was, to the bar along with them, and Mayhem answered Veronica with a soft hum. "Don't need one. Murder and I will just meet you there. We'll be traveling by void." Sticking his free hand under the table, he extracted what he hoped was a tube of lipstick from Veronica's purse, pulling his hand from under the table to display the cosmetic tube to the two women. Cocking his head with a smirk, he offered it back to Veronica. "Shadow walking and manipulation. Can't take more than the grumpy lizard when I do it, but I'm sure you understand why I might prioritize my best friend."<br/><br/>The blonde quirked a brow at Bella, humming a soft noise that resounded with disbelief. "I'm not convinced. I've seen too much Hydra shit to buy it.<i>Especially </i>with the claims about Murder's temper. Might not look it, but between him and me? I'm the one you should be more afraid of going off. Big brat here only goes off if you steal his food." Grinning, he braced himself to be punched or kicked in their playful manner. Being met with a prod in his side, Mayhem squirmed a bit in his seat. He could see on Murder's face that his friend shared his suspicion, and he tapped the man's hand twice. "I'm the temperamental one, by leaps and bounds. Just ask him. He calls me Anklebiter for a reason. I'm his rabid pet Chihuahua, right Murder?" Sticking out his tongue at his friend, he laced his fingers through Murder's with a slight squeeze. This was all more than a bit overwhelming, and he was thankful for his best friend at his side.<br/><br/>Mayhem scoffed at Murder's accusation. "Excuse you, I started nothing. I was just drinking when that flame-throwing asshole tried to beat my ass for something I didn't even do! And lest you forget,<i>I</i>kicked him out for you." Grumbling, he rubbed his cheek against the taller man's arm, expression conveying his indignance. "Not my fault he was a sore loser who couldn't take a hit." Glancing back to Bella, he flashed her a smile that almost seemed predatory. "I don't start fights, but I sure as shit finish them. The fun comes when they realize they fucked up." His eyes flashed with something dark, and Mayhem made a soft noise. He'd done his fair share of fighting, but it wasn't something he was keen to share just yet.<br/><br/>The demon woman re-entered the room, and the dark gaze remained. She seemed embarrassed and apologetic, and Mayhem couldn't help but grin at her words. "Sweet cheeks, if you think that was fighting, you won't make it in the hero world. You throw any group of people together, and there's gonna be bickering. More so, I don't like it being<i>assumed</i>that I'm in this willingly. I'm not. Not at fucking all." Leaning against Murder, he narrowed his eyes at her. "I've seen shit that makes that form look like a beauty contestant. Your appearance isn't the problem. You're far from the only shapeshifter." He wasn't really interested in friends, but he'd keep that part quiet. As is, it had taken him and Murder a long time to trust each other, and he really didn't care to repeat the process. He elected not to answer her question directly. "I'm Mayhem. I'm going to be the stealth and intel guy, from what I can tell."