His nostrils flared as he looked down at the man. Wolf. He felt threatened for the briefest moment, until the young man dropped his eyes. Oh, good. This wasn't going to be any sort of challenge. "I'll take anyfin', long as it's strong," he said softly, his thick, lower class English accent readily apparent. He slid onto a stool, his eyes never leaving the other wolf. He might not be an immediate threat, but decades of paranoia leave their mark on a bloke.