"Fair enough. I'll not cause you any trouble, good 'keeper. I like this place, and that is something that I very rarely encounter. Most of the bars I've been to since I came here werent good enough to shit on, but this one... it's got a certain charm to it." A deep, menacing rumble escapes from him as he speaks, his words not angry, but quite the opposite, the emotion in them a mild amusement and a strong sort of dark mirth, the bar does have its charm, and such opportunities...<br/><br/>He turns to look as others arrive to the bar, popping open a bottle, starting to drain the contents, taking his time to enjoy the stuff instead of just guzzling it as he had before. He grins a wicked grin at the human, the M-16 seemingly not enough to dissuade the hateful creature's attention. He tips his hat to the reptillian as well, before turning his attention to grant and giving him a broad grin. He gives him a strange look, and then makes a gulping motion, swallowing down a big mouthful of the drink. Of course, it's only a suggestion, and he doesnt expect the fox to be so easily persuaded this early on, especially not with someone who is travelling with a 'friend'.