Azrael could hear footsteps, and smelled a newcomer into the room. Taking in a deep breath as he smelled the air, he tilted his head upwards and spoke in a whisper that was crystal clear, every word stood out as if he was yelling.<strong>"...You just copulated...Heavy, muscular..."</strong>Without turning around to face the member of the crew. A dangerous smile crossed over his face as he turned to face him. Another merc, he had seen him once. Heard of him, a small fly in comparison to him. One who did what he did for the pay.<br/><br/>Azrael slowly tilted is head to the side as he smelled the air once more, and listened to his heartbeat. The smell of fear, even apprehension were like fine wine. At least this man did a good job of masking his inner turmoil on the surface level. Listening to him speak for a moment, Azrael merely narrowed his eyes in a bored manner before chuckling lowly. His voice raised slightly after a short stare down and the man had turned to get out of the room<strong>"Accent, rural. A farmer more than likely."</strong>Azrael's attention to detail was second to none. Despite always appearing uninterested, he carefully studied every minute detail of the people he'd encounter. Though Azrael didn't really spend too much time around people. They had a habit of annoying him and giving him the urge to show them their innards.