A lot of shit happened in the next several seconds that really riled the oversized Cambion. First of all, something smacked into the RV from one side, rocking everything about. Then, Old N rolled past like a crazy person, as Toby screamed at him for no good reason. Then Weaver did the same, and basically kicked him out of the van whilst Grant went on about wanting the Power-Pint back, and by now the mug was forgotten in his hand, and he was really rather pissed off. He figured now was a good time to prelude to going full psycho on them.

'You know, I wasn't even doing SHIT just now. All I asked was to be left al-URP.'

...well that killed his rageboner. Swallowing his vomit down again, he realise that maybe he couldn't drink xocolatl from the magic mug forever, no matter how good it was.

'...yeah, well, you're lucky I was done anyway,' he muttered, half to the group and half to the world in general. He handed the Power-Pint back to Grip with the words 'There's your thing back, Grill', and promptly distracted himself from whatever bullshit Weaver was spouting by concentrating on keeping his drink down, and also following the female knight round the RV.

...oh fucking Hell yes there was another lizard practically presenting herself to him. Not to look a gifthorse in the mouth, but... wait, fuck, would doing what he liked to this creature be another thing that got the others in his group to turn on him? Fucking so-shell norms were so absurd to try and follow. Still, maybe if he convinced her to stick around... yes, that could work.

'Well, well, if it isn't... uh, you, whose name I don't know yet,' he spoke, making his over to the fallen demon as suavely as a three-meter-tall, several-hundred-kilogram giant could, then leaning on it in a way that showed off his physique once relatively close to her. 'So, what brings you to crash into this giant van here? I can only assume you were flung at high speeds, am I right?'