Kill or be killed, essentially. Not that he did a whole heck of a lot of killing, but the idea was the same. Another snort of laughter escaped him at that, trying to imagine the well-dressed, Mayor's assistant getting into a fist fight was like, well. It was probably about the same as someone else imagining Julius getting into a fistfight. Funny when the shoe was on the other foot. "They always do," he agreed with a nod. "Or so I've discovered." Every time he thought he'd managed to escape it, someone managed to worm their way in and start something. Either make him so twitchy he couldn't help himself, or throw him into the middle of something. It was like some kind of never-ending cycle of people asking for trouble that kept sucking him in apparently.
Ah, but it was good to run into someone now and again who knew exactly how that went. "Maybe there's some peace that comes with age? I can't really use mine as an example, they never leave the Summerlands, except to antagonize me, apparently. I suspect it's easy to shut off what's happening in the Mundane world that way." The fact that Eugene's mother managed to look young after all this time didn't surprise him either. "Found out recently my dad actually looks younger than me, which was... Disconcerting." To say the least. "Just a little anyway." At least, without the beard. "It's amazing what a well of magic will do for the aging process, right?"
Julius cracked a pained grin. "Well, I've got a couple years on him, so I'd hope so." Honestly, he didn't even know if he did or not, but based on the way Danny acted, it seemed pretty likely that he was fairly young, especially for a species as long-lived as a dragon. He wouldn't classify it as a turf war or anything. It was more of a spat over nothing, so far as he could tell. "Just waiting for the pharmacy. I ran out of ointment for the bruises. You?" Gene didn't look like he was in any pain, or ill for that matter. But you never could tell.