When Stigga met his gaze he locked his eyes with her, sliding off his coat to reveal a little more of his lithe frame. He mimicked her motion , returning the favor as he listened to their speeches, reaching for a hip flask, raising it as he moved into a closer seat, resting his blade by the side. "The only people who Will Die are those I am told to kill" he said with a dry smile "And the same could be said of you" he added, eyes meeting the Feral's for a brief moment.<br/><br/>"So As I see it, Magda and Serena get us places and information, Myself And Stig (soft G) do the wet work and if Blades or guns cant kill it, thats the Sister and the nobleman" he added, sitting back in his chair as he waited, not one to dominate conversation/.