Monger's large and unreadable eyes twitched back and forth between the assembly of miscreants, their shaded pupils focusing on each member in turn. Wiping a dripping string of saliva from his jagged maw, the amphibious man turned his head to look at Red as he noticed his stare. The mercenary apologised and turned away when eye contact was made, Monger could only laugh at this, always revelling in how his appearance frightened "normies". In an effort to reassure Red, he merely swung an apathetic arm at him, dismissing his apology. 

"Ain't no worry" he uttered in a voice thick like bubbling mud, his jowls shaking with every movement of his drawn lips.

Wiping moisture from his nose, Monger reclined further in his chair, unable to find proper comfort in the wood and cushion.