Enoch's expression went flat at the newcomer's words.<em>What is this, meet the demon-spawn night?  Talk to the Tieflings and get a free drink?</em>He stared down at the girl, his lips twisted into a sneer.  "<strong>I'm sorry, but what in the world makes you think that we're interested in talking to you?  Did I miss the sign that reads 'Warm, out-going Tieflings here, feel free to drop by and chat?</strong>'"  He slammed his mug down, causing some of the ale to slosh out and over the bar, ignoring the glances of those around him.  "<strong>And what makes you think I'm, or we're, looking for work?</strong>"<br/><br/>He didn't know what had gotten into him.  Usually more reserved, he felt as if he had passed some limit, reached some kind of critical mass where the attention of these people went from merely annoying to outright angering.  Perhaps it was the drinks he'd imbibed so far, or maybe it was the presence of another of his kind having some kind of affect on him.<br/><br/>"<strong>I really could not care less what your name is, little girl.  Please, scamper off now, shoo-shoo.  Go ahead and tell your friends that you managed to find the courage to talk to the big, bad demons, I'm sure they'll think you're so brave and all that nonsense.</strong>"<br/><br/>Enoch turned away from the girl and back to Jinx.  "<strong>Apologies for speaking for you.  I think I've had a bit too much to drink... though normally it doesn't hit me like this...</strong>"  He looked over to the where the bartender stood, and wondered if the man had put something in the drinks...