"I?" Rus asks, astonished himself. "How?" He grins again. "And being catered to had nothing to do with it?"
"And what are they exactly," he asks dubiously. "Listen!?" Rus is incredulous. "You mean being read a bed-time story?!?!"
Rus scratches his nose. "The pain...I think that sort of gave him an excuse," he says slowly. "He hurt, and hurt terribly, and he got some back by hurting other people."
Rus chokes and hurriedly takes a gulp of tea. The two new men (Bud and Lou all right?) merely nod all round and take chairs at the table. Rus notices that they sit so they can see all parts of the pub and nods approval. He glances at Sev and raises an eyebrow. T1, still a bit fuddled greets them jovially. "Got us a couple of live ones here," he waves and hand at Sev and Rus. Bud and Lou merely look curious. "Show 'em what you can do," T1 encourages.
He'd cause no end of havoc, I'm sure! Yeah, but it suits him somehow. Hey! How's your cat doing? And I've forgotten what Rus is supposed to call Sev here. Is it Veris?