"Now see, that sounds a little bit like trolls. But as we all know, trolls are fucking obnoxious and have a lot more to say than 'grr'." His is the face of a man who has spent too much time with exclusively troll company.

He grunts when she punches at him, moving to rub his arm and scowl. "You aren't really disproving my point, you know. That seems like a butt thing to do." Deep down he knows that his world really isn't safe. It isn't much safer than here, realistically speaking, but it's cooler than zombies- walkers. Whatever. "You're a lucky charm though, so I guess that makes your aspect light. Mine is time. Obviously." He's seriously considering this, now. "And you're sneaky so you're probably like a thief- no thieves are dicks. Uh... I think Rogues are a similar concept though." Now that he's thinking about this, he's sort of forgotten about Bro. They'd never get a bell on him anyway, psshh.