After the vaguely hostile exchange, Kalin  felt it was prudent to reign himself in a bit. Talking about getting into fights was all well and good, but to actually start one really wasn't something he enjoyed, much less when it would pit him potentially against at least one formidable opponent with more than enough backup waiting in the wings...<em>'Well, I'm sure I'll have more chances to toy with them, no matter...'</em><br/><br/>When Camilla stood and made for the table of Zarmen, Kalin frowned slightly. Being naive was one thing, but walking openly into the predators' midst, as it were, with a smile and no reason for it. When he heard the offer the one Zarman presented her, Kalin's frown deepened. If it had not been for the reappearance of Seraphina, he thought that he might just have taken the matter upon himself.<br/><br/>As things stood, though, the matter seemed mostly settled and he settled back into his seat. Looking over his seemingly refreshed compatriots, Kalin took special note of the softer materials and curves of the women's dresses compared to their armor. He scratched the back of his neck absently and glanced up as the guardsmen entered. Their presence made little difference to him, even if the Zarmen were to make a commotion he would likely keep out of it.<br/><br/>When he realized that the others were speaking again, he blinked and refocused  on those at the table. The young Nero had returned while he was thinking, also in much more relaxed garb. "Yes, not to mention my exercising an innate ability to enrage nearly anyone with minimal cause or effort. Welcome back." He chuckled wryly and placed his hands loosely on the table.<br/>