Beringer glanced towards the opened palm of the arm that blocked his path as if he were assuming he was being offered something. His indifferent glance suddenly coming to the realization he was being blocked after scrutinizing the lack of objects being held. His menacing mask simply swiveled at a slow rate towards Mezdon, maintaining the point at which Mezdon could feel Beringer making eye contact despite the lack of visible features.

With a lighthearted chuckle, Beringer quickly broke the atmosphere, waving his hand slightly as he was offered a seat,

"I fight for a living, why would I fight for fun?" He mused jokingly, "I was only going to ask if I could join in on Ms.Hero's army of demonic suicide. She seems like she'd turn into a wraith if she died from her hatred, I figure I'm just helping humanity."
Mezdon can hear Beringer's grin behind his words, "Of course, you should join me, you look like the adventurous type." He motioned for Mezdon to follow him carelessly as he further approached Alicia.

By the time Beringer had made it to Alicia and the others, he could only stand through their long-winded conversation while staring blankly at one of the waitresses who looked quite beautiful for common blood. Finally, Alicia looked fed up with the group and was readying to leave when Beringer entered her line of sight with a raised hand, "I'll join in on your special elite force. I don't really know if I need too much training or anything, but it seems interesting, probably." He greeted with a smiling voice. His posture was plainly relaxed, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword while the other was raised to catch Alicia's attention. His fur and leather armor gave off a faint bloody scent, but it was too muted to become prominent to the senses.