Perking his ears at the new voice, Nako nods to Alizome in acknowledgement, and rather quickly notices the appraising look he's getting. The gnoll straightens up - and those familiar with gnolls might notice he's on the shorter side for a gnoll, standing perhaps 6'7" rather than the average 7 feet and above of his kin. The loose garments he wears show more than enough of his physique that it'd be hard to call the gnoll a runt purely for his height. He's as lean as any other gnoll, but more toned, definition showing through his fur. Also apparent is that he's decided to respond in kind - eyes roving over the elf's body, evaluating her. She seemed capable, at least so far as he could tell by looking at her.. and for a humanoid she was rather attractive. Headache aside, he was finding less and less to complain about with this rescue as time wore on.<br/><br/>"Straight to business. Good. That could do, but it raises the question of what happens to the lizard-punchers after you book it. Disengaging from pitched battle is always ..messy. I don't reckon you're looking to lose anyone, and I don't have any plans of going back on the blackscales' menu," he replies after a few moments of thought.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Xarces wrote:</cite> "Very handy to have around indeed, though most of the enemies we have encountered have not been very interested in punching us....rather biting, ripping, and devouring..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Nako snickers softly, nodding to the celestial. "I'm<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>well acquainted with that as well. You get in as many fights as I have and you start to figure out all the little tricks to slipping out of someone's grip - or worse," he pauses. "Not that I know<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>of them, but I do know enough."