Corinth turned his head to face Cal, nodding in greeting. "Hey." The casual calm of his outside demeanor gave no hint of his readiness, or the sudden doubt he had when he recalled the increased pain and trauma that would occur if his vessel died when he was bound to it, as he was now. He would probably survive, but it wouldn't be pleasant.
He eyed the other man, unsure of his abilities or much at all besides his need to hunt. He smirked. "Nice night."