Maybe the elf didn't seem so keen on blaming Kevice, but it was still his intention to cause trouble, and trouble was had, even if it wasn't what he expected. He sipped at the wine eagerly, especially as the conversation got more and more tense, even if Vasyli tried to brush off his earlier confrontation as a passing incident... Well, Kevice certainly hoped that it would just go back to normal. Normal was familiar, even with the two constantly arguing and him being called on stage enough times to call for a raise.<br/><br/>"Bruises eh...." The rim of the glass pressed against his lower lip for a moment as he thought, Kevice hummed. "Hmmm, ah! You know I can't pretend too well, I guess if I was there it'd be a pretty fun sight.. Is that mean!?" Excitedly, he inched closer, the wine nearly spilling out of his cup with the sudden jolt. "I'd be on your side of course! Not that it's some grimey bar fight, but bastard seems enough of a bother to call for a few punches don't he? Hah haa! Didn't walk around the tents like a tough guy either, guess that's just the kind of human he is. Some lose and start acting like hurt dogs." A wide grin brimming on his face as he rambled, the half-elf leaned back on an arm and took a big swig of his wine. "Back when I was all rough n' rowdy, you'd never see me like that! Not with two broken legs and a missing ear, no sir! That's bad image you know, you go 'til you can't walk and then drag yourself by the teeth."<br/><br/>They were fond memories, perhaps not everyone from his streets would've remembered them that way, but Kevice had more than his fair share of nostalgia. It was a lifestyle he left at the doors to the circus, and a hard set of habits to drop, but the strange little half-elf felt he was bred for years of barking and biting-- and few would doubt that he did a lot of literal biting. "You've got all kinds of gossip under that belt of yours though don't you? Wonder how the human grew up, if he let you get the drop, y'know? Not that I mean you're incompetent at all! I mean, well..." Kevice all too quickly found himself backpedaling, a look of intense worry on his face, as loud as any of his other emotions that weren't merely 'content.'<br/><br/>".. I mean, I'm not going to pretend I know you really, you've always been alright." He felt he had backed himself into a corner on that one. It was obvious to everyone without even hearing the two whisper slurs at each other, that Vasyli felt a great deal of contempt for how he was portrayed on the posters. It was the way Mathis marketed them, whittling them down to stereotypes, to novelty items. To the general public, a beautiful, submissive elf was a bigger sell than the seemingly prudish and bitter thing beside him. There was no flowery vocabulary, not a touch of idealism. Vasyli, however foreign he was, evolved pretty far beyond the concept of a pretty thing on legs that Kevice took a fancy too during his first weeks here.<br/><br/>Fumbling a bit, Kevice continued, sticking to the solution of ranting until the conversation worked itself out. "Never really liked how Mathis puts me out there either, seems silly. But I don't really know where I'm from, so that's all I gotta say about it. It's different for you I imagine." Another sip, this time using the warmth of the booze as a distraction for himself, suddenly very adverse to eye contact.