Name: Ayr<br/>Location: Gehenna<br/>Tags: Jack, Marc, anyone else it may concern.<br/><br/>Ayr watched the entire performance of the highborn demon, mulling it over, every word, every sentence. Demon's swagger and magic pulled away the man had been likely a high roller for high gang, obviously The Brothers, few else would have someone like that.<br/>The first thing Ayr did as soon as things were over was wipe the blood off, the white leather cleaned easy, the gore simply slipped off and down puddling at his feet. "Well that was fun..." he said almost cherry. "they do tend to get nasty when they dissolve in your arms like that, totally ruins the outfit most days." he said to nobody in perticular. He took a moment to survey the scene. There was almost a serenity to the ruin, each moment of the fight brought it's own impact, and it's own residue of unique violence. A clawmark there, a bullethole here.<br/>Speaking of such things, the Lycanthrope asked who "shot a grenade at him" not to be one to point out that grenades were lobbed, not shot. he simply approached and claped the Lycan on the back "That would have been mine, and no, I'm not sorry, you are a lycan." he smiled sweet as honey "and therefore shards of glass even anointed glass, might hurt, but they'd give you a momentary advantage, due to it not being silver, and your insane healing factor."<br/>He nodded, turning around to follow marc up to the office swaying his hips as he did so "I'm pretty sure I could've hit you with a 25 millimeter Rotary grenade and you would have shrugged it off" he waved his hand shooing away the worry "though you would be missing more clothes and we'd all be able to admire lovely lupine ass." he said with a smirk, looking over his sholder as he began to acend the stairs.