Bryte sent Andrei a pleased look, he always had a good feeling about the blonde preacher. The blue eyed man lived his life behind walls, guarding his friendship and his heart zealously, but he could feel something forming between himself and Andrei, though he would not put words to it yet. He liked the man, approved of his judgement and admired his way with words.
He settled back in his seat, staring thoughtfully at his sandwich, attempting to decide if he was going to eat the thing. He had yet to regain his appetite, though he did hate the idea of leaving good food to waste. He listened to the conversation with half interest, having little to contribute. He had not experienced the feelings these men were discussing. He was surely feeling something regarding the stranger, but it was something different.
"Perhaps it is a tug of the hand of the One True God," Bryte offered, a shot in the dark, but he was frustrated, having nothing to add and nothing to do with hi hands. He was growing impatient and that caused him to speak when he would normally have remained silent. He offered a short, curt nod towards the man at their table, adding, "I am Bryte Sinastra." He noted the stranger did not offer his name, or maybe Bryte had simply been too lost in his own thoughts to have noticed. He did not give his full title, but the last name was Ares was sure to recognize.