"Surely the more determined wouldn't be discouraged by a little murder? Though the better class I'm not going to speak for," he sipped his beer thoughtfully, "but whilst I appreciate the effectiveness of your tactics less murder might inspire others to take a chance and help our number of useful tribe members grow,"
Lot leant back a little, his shoulders relaxing, dropping from his ears down to where they seemed to sit on normal people, "My resolution?" he could have said to be more attentive to the needs of his tribe rather than the needs of his dick but he'd never admit the slip, especially not to Niro even though it was beyond likely that the man had noticed. He had an awful feeling everyone had noticed and whilst he enjoyed good sex he also enjoyed a healthy dose of fear provoked respect, perhaps he'd revise his statement about Niro's murderous habits..."To acquire a better class of tribe member?" he asked more than stated.