"Here, here!" Jim raised his bottle to the cop.  It was hard to tell if he was making a joke, hurling an insult, or genuinely bonding with the bruiser. “To all the miserable fucking human beings.” Realizing his bottle was empty, he grabbed another before taking a swig to finish off the toast. His eyes flashed an amber, similar to the liquid in the bottle, as he swallowed and surveyed the room.  He had been party to a fair amount of carnage himself, but he had never had a conflict with his conscious over it.  Perhaps it was that he wasn’t human.  Perhaps he was above those petty things, or at least thought he was.  His superior position was most likely in his mind only, which suited him fine.  The path of destruction he had wrought through his lifetime was a result of a feud older than himself, and he never really bothered to question it.  The Malvic’s were his enemy, and he would hunt them to the end of the realms.<br/><br/><br/>“No offense to any humans, part humans, or human lovers.”  Jim offered to the gathered with a smile, hoping to soften the atmosphere a bit.