Warren was surprised. Not many would approach him. His many scars and sharp military appearance deterred most humans and shifters alike. he was in his older olive drab shit and cargo pants with an old red berret on his head. he also wore his sidearm, though most never even asked about it. He never wore any unit patches, though even if he had, it wouldnt matter. He starred up at the younger shifter. For he could tell she was younger than he was, though he wasnt sure of her age. what had surprised him was she had actually approached and talked with civility. Most shifters resented him. As a half breed he was both rare and not wanted. Though not many understood just how rare he was. His power was greater than anyone else knew. he kept it secret for a damn good reason. Now days, many shifters and even some wealthier humans, would do anything for power. Luckily he had no family for anyone to use against him. He shook away th thoughts and answered the shifter.<br/><br/>"If you dont mind this old warhorse then go ahead young one." He said politely and motioned to the chair across from him. He motioned the waiter over as the girl sat down.