Albel rolled his eyes. "I'm not a 'stoic swordsman type'," he said. "And if you haven't figured that out yet, it's probably just because I haven't been talking long enough." He smirked. "I'm a psychopath. I just really, really enjoy killing."
He had been eating through the conversation and now lifted one of the cubes, turning it over in his fingers before popping into his mouth. "You're probably lucky you didn't meet me a few months ago. I might have just killed you instead of trying to find out if you were useful."