The reaction from the other would've been slightly more comical had Noss known her to be a part of the Court, but as it was... At least he knew her easy enough to scare, and thereby easy to get information out of. Teeth began to show from underneath his lips as she brought the knife out, and although he promptly put them away as she laid it on the table, his eyes remained hard and unwavering, waiting for some sort of attack that may or may not come. As the other woman spoke, her voice was small, but the fact that she had permission from Vigilante was...perplexing. Noss really had no way to confirm it, although he supposed that he would only have to trust those words as others in the pack had once trusted his own when he had been but a visitor. Either way, the woman did not look like much of a thread, and neither did Noss think of her as one.
"It makes no difference to me who your father was or what Vigilante decides; so long as you have permission," Noss said as he sighed gruffly, entering the bar room and strolling right up to where the tumblers and alcohol was located. Shifting some bottles around with large hands, he heard as Desi--Was that her name?--continued to speak. Picking up a bottle of clear liquid and weighing it with another bottle of amber in the other hand, Noss tried to remember which one was stronger, since he knew Strel enjoyed hard liquor. Noss drank if offered, but he had never gotten piss drunk, nor did he really know the differences between the colored liquids other than there was a clear one that made his head hurt on the first sip--Definitely hard liquor... Turning with the bottles still in his hands, Noss was begrudging to ask the question, although she had just implied that she was familiar with the stuff... "Do you know which one is stronger?" he asked, blatantly ignoring most of her speech. It seemed impossible that Noss would ever learn manners, but really, what she did was none of his concern, and he did not want to make it his. Unless she decided to join, which would end in a problem since Noss was a tad...awkward, to say the least, around females.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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