Tucker might have chafed more at Briar's bragging about her predator forms (of course she got predators; such luck always happened to people who'd only squander it) if she hadn't made that crack about the ferret. "Feet and wings," he drawled, unwilling to give her anymore information than was absolutely necessary.
His eyebrow quirked a little higher, interested as she talked about how stupid people were. Not that had disagreed, particularly when it came to the Aurellian rabble, but she did seem to be trying awfully hard to show him how clever she was. Or thought she was. Which could be useful to him, at some point in the future. Provided she stuck around. "Seems like you've got it all figured out," he said, sounding only half-disingenuous. "Where are you staying? That shabby little place near the shabby little tavern?"