Aaron just flipped the duo the bird and continued sipping his drink. They could make all the assumtions they wanted, they still didn't know shit about him or what he could do. Kesch looked at Aaron in surprise. Normally Aaron would consider such comments as a challenge, but this time he didn't really seem to care about what they thought.<br/><br/>"You don't seem to angry about what they said." Kesch said to Aaron, leaning closer so nobody could hear him but Aaron.<br/><br/>"What do I care about what they think?" Aaron replied, keeping his voice down so nobody could hear him but Kesch, "I really don't give a fuck about what some oversized, stink spraying faggot and some loser who couldn't defend himself if he tried think. They can make all the assumptions they want, in the end they'd be the only ones paying for it, if they were stupid enough to cross me that is. Sure, they may have claws, size, and teeth on their side, but in the end it really doesn't amount to shit when all is said and done. I have seen people beat others when they had no shot at doing so, I've witnessed hundreds of fights where the person viewed as the "weakling" beat the everloving shit out of their "far superior" opponent. People count me out because I'm human, and that's usually the last mistake they make." Kesch blinked in surprise.<br/><br/>"I have been with you for three years now and I haven't once seen any of the events you speak of." Kesch replied. Aaron looked down at his glass as a memory flashed in his mind. The memory was that of his father and him, standing on a mountain top. He looked back over to Kesch.<br/><br/>"That's because you weren't with me for the first 18 years of my life." Aaron said quietly, then drank the rest of his drink. He turned to Leah again. "One more, then I'm out." He told her, pulling enough money out of his pocket to cover any drinks he hadn't yet paid for and to buy him one more drink. He was feeling a little wasted, but he didn't care, more alcohol just made him more ruthless.