[b][Kresnik][/b]
As Kresnik ordered his food, he quickly turned to Missile, the girl who had earlier eavesdropped upon his conversation with the demigod and the elf. [i]"Don't get the cobbler, I insist."[/i] she told the dhampir, in which he raised a brow to her. Before he could respond with a quip of his own, Bruce interjected in an annoyed tone. "Well, at least I can see that you're not as dumb as you look," Kresnik sighed, staring into the hungry, dangerous depths of Bruce's eyes. "Even if you do look like [i]dinner[/i], fish." Kresnik added. However, it seemed Bruce's was swept away by the girl's obvious insult towards the cobbler. The dhampir felt the waves of anger and rage roll off the sharkman as he made his way to the human... the strange human girl who possessed something beyond human... and her half-elf[i]?[/i] lover. [i]I suppose that girl was just asking for trouble,[/i] he thought, amused by the irony.

"I guess I'll just sit down and watch... while I wait for my brandy," Kresnik sighed, sitting upon a barstool with his elbow upon the bar, his chin in his palm. The dhampir simply watched on, wishing to see how the young girl would manage her way out of this predicament.