Both of Bren's brows went up when Devon countered. Son of a bitch! Okay, he was starting to like this guy! He chuckled and lifted his beer towards Devon as if in toast. "Touche." He chuckled again as he took a drink of the beer.
Mention of a hunter who liked knives got his attention entirely. His eyes instantly bled to wolf amber and a growl rolled in his throat before he got a hold of himself, but even when everything went back to normal he looked really, really not happy.
"Knives, huh?" His jaw tightened and relaxed a few times as he forced himself to not clench his teeth together, and never once did he look away from Devon. "Might be I know that bitch." So did Shaw. She was beginning to become a real headache, that one.