My scaly friend? Seriously? Drake literally blinked at Tabbart in disbelief. In another place and time, he might have been violently offended by the expression. The old Drake would have gladly taken that as an excuse to smack Tab up and start a bar brawl then and there. But he was behaving. In any case, the sheer ballsiness of it somehow made his puzzled expression one of amusement. The antisocial comment literally made him snort and shake his head. "You and me both, buddy. You and me both."
"No surprise you didn't see me in my 'man skin before now. Ain't never been much for socializing, but back then I was more sociopath than antisocial, if you know what I mean. Peeps saw me when I was performing, and that's it." He let Tab see a sneer when he said that. He wasn't proud of his behavior back then, but he wasn't the least bit apologetic either.
He downed the last of his beer and set down his empty mug sharply on the counter to catch the tender's attention after his little exchange with Tab and the bottle. "Keep 'em coming."