"I'd be honored to take your offer." Kalaj places a paw on one of the chairs and glances at Adjia and the others. He is about to speak when he hears the man that got a feather in his cup speak. His ears twitch at the word, but he shows no other sign of being disturbed. The question from the woman makes him look away, he ponders it for a minute and shakes his head. Turnings towards the Dhuna, after hearing her answer, something not too sharp on her part. "He's calling me furball...And you are right they don't. Also you can't get a steak out of a bird of prey." Standing, he's taller than many and with his body he can easily scare a few from a real fight.<br/><br/>Being as collected as he is, on a good day, he glances at the Dhuna with amusement and motions to the barman before looking at the Arimite. "I apologize for my friends feather, you see, she likes to stretch her wings now and then. Please bring a new drink to the man." He leaves a moment of silence and thinks briefly, if this is one of the sarista's captors he might be able to make him speak of it..."Let him have his drink and be at ease with that." He raises his tone with a clear imply that the Arimite might be a tad too fond of alcohol.<br/><br/>He turns towards the Dhuna and offers her a swift grin as a thanks for interceding before returning taking a seat, he still keeps and eye on the Arimite.  As he sits Kalaj takes his coat of his shoulders and folds it on his leg, forgetting his queue that now rests over his shoulder and falls towards the front.<br/><br/>Kalaj brings Yume close to him and lowers his voice, whispering in the 'ear' of the nighthawk. "Look at the windows of the building and try to find the target." He raises his arm as a sign for her to fly off and returns his eyes towards the Virago. "I would never sell a friend. If I set my hands on a nighthawk for you I'll be sure to let you know then." Kalaj remembers his friends and family amongst the Jaka, maybe he could get a nighthawk fledgeling with some training through one of them.