Kor simply looked at the hand the man extended, disregarding it after a moment. "Kor's my name," he said it a flat tone. "If you need anything speak to the gremlin in glasses." He returned to his post at the bar and poured himself another drink. "Also if you try going up those stairs without a key or reservation, muscle boy, I'll tear every ligament out of you so you won't have anything left to flex. So you better have a great personality to go with that because one foot on a step means I get to have fun." He flashed his teeth in a wide smiled and let them each turn into, twisted, demonic fangs before taking a sip of his drink. Keria was happily napping but even she felt the tension in the room.