Eugene licked his lips and let the slow grin spread across his face, complete with an eye roll and his head tipping back and to the side, at Julius’ response. The man huffed out a breath or two before dropping his head back down to level the man with a solemn and playful have of his head. Julius was better than that tired line, and he was not going to encourage such a reply with more than what was just given. All the same, he smirked and let his eyes bounce across his features. The split lip. The bruise. He could have come out a lot worse. At the admission of who he had fought with, Gene played through the small list of dragon-types he knew of in town and fell on Daniel Alejandro as the suspect. Considering the man was not in the clinic at the moment, the man assumed Danny was licking his wounds elsewhere.
“And here I thought you were above those fits of testosterone. I daresay you have ruined my world view,” he told the fae before inviting himself sit beside him. He held two fingers up limply to say don’t move as he looked over the damage up close. There was nothing that won’t be mostly handled in a few days, if not by morning. The joys of being what they were. He gave a quick and small frown of thought before dropping his hand to his knee. Nothing to actually worry about. “You know, you could do what the rest of us did with our midlife crises and just travel the Caribbean, buy an expensive car, and make other questionable financial choices. Fighting Chihuahuas ain’t worth the time.” There was a sparkle of teasing in his eyes.