"Have it your way, mate," Claude said as he pushed himself to his feet and crossed the room to get himself another drink. He didn't know how many he was up to now. He hadn't been counting, but he was sure that it wasn't anymore near as many as Nathan had been under the influence of. Chuckling as he flopped back down on the couch, bottle in hand and filling up the glass that he'd left on the table, Claude spared Noah a glance and wry grin.
"Killed by a drunken senator and a scientist that had never used a gun before. Really, Noah. You survive the best hitmen, the most powerful and psychotic evolved humans, and you get yourself offed by no-nothing nobodies?" Claude said, setting the table down on the table and picking up the glass. "Clearly it takes the sort of unpredictable shit that the untrained jackasses pull off to put you off of your game," He said, saluting the other man with his glass before downing the drink, the burn of the alcohol on his throat soothing away whatever other pains he was experiencing right now.