The man she approached a particularly gruff demeanor. Regarding his scar, it was a jagged set of claw marks that had marked all the way down from his right eyebrow to his jawline. It was such a severe mark that it had physically removed some of his beard permanently. It was a pretty awesome wound, however, and seemed to indicate more beyond his civilian outlook. His hair was dark and black, with some graying near the roots. The man's eyes were a bright, shining green, and seemed to gaze at the strange woman with an unintended intensity.<br/><br/>Previously, before being interrupted, he was drinking up glasses of whiskey on the rocks like it was his last day alive. He'd been able to keep up with the steady flow of money from his pocket, despite looking remarkably like a homeless guy in his long, tattered duster and torn and muddied jeans. He wasn't even wearing a shirt under his coat, but kept it buttoned up. Despite his appearance, he did seem to fit the type of crowd this place catered to, but certainly not as a sadist.<br/><br/>His gaze rolled up and down Iris' form, and clearly, he took some interest in her. Yet, slowly he would relax on the stool he sat on, going back to tend to his drink. "Sorry... I'm only here to drink..." He softly dismissed, bringing the whiskey to his lips. The hand that held the cup was bandaged around the knuckles and fingers, his pinkie and ring finger held together with a split.