"And they call us the monsters."His tone was light, joking around a bit as he casually smacked it back,barley looking at the table as he focused on Em more then the game. Not that he hadn't done his fair share to earn that title, he'd admit. If you asked anyone back home, his destiny was steeped in blood. Rivers of it, in fact.
Eyeing him a moment as the puck was tossed back and forth for a few moments,he leaned forward casually. "Besides, your kind of cool. In a weird bookworm kind of way.Reminds me of my uncle in a way. Sort of."