A hint of dark anger briefly shadowed his face as he slid his focus to acknowledge the large man lumbering just beside the... Goblin, apparently. He grappled with it quickly and allowed his features to assume their typical mask of indifference, even as his eyes worked to size the two up, appraising them for any signs of hostility or potential weakness. Old habits died hard, after all.
The small creature's gravely warning caused a smirk to threaten the corner of his mouth, though it promptly vanished at the blonde's bumbling guesses. He made an impatient sound in his throat. "Is that supposed to be funny? You should listen to your friend." There was an unmistakable threat there; he was not a fan of short jokes, and that had sounded suspiciously close. "And what are you, exactly? Some kind of fairy?" He was being deliberately insulting, of course... there was something about the smell of the bearded one that spoke of danger, and he cocked his head at him, discreetly curious.
He wasn't going to show his own cards so quickly to strangers. He wondered, though, if this was common amongst the other freaks... this guessing game of who is what? He acknowledged the bottle of beer Vaughn indicated with a wary glare, but made no move to come any closer. "I don't drink." That wasn't entirely true, of course. Vi had gotten him drunk more times than he could count. But still, he knew by now that alcohol made him... what was the damnable word Vi used... fuzzy, and he'd be damned if he was about to drop his guard and get chummy with this unlikely pair of drunken bozos.