"If I'm to be the savior of my race, this world has fallen farther than it ever should and deserves to burn," Eris replied, sipping her beer with a smirk. She would gladly start the spark, too, then sit back to enjoy the inferno. Bloody cuckoo, indeed; he had no idea whose matches he was playing with.
Green eyes looked him up and down, studying his frame and face before clicking her tongue in mock disappointment. "Not a trouble maker? Pity. Peace is overrated, anyway. A good brawl now and then is good for the body. Gets the blood pumping, the heart racing. Not unlike other things."