[i]Fair point.[/i]
Hale shrugged his shoulders as he stared at the mess Magnus had made of the guy for a second.
"I chose this place because it's convenient." He calmly walked over to a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.
"Because sometimes," He punched the bag and a satisfying cloud of dust came off it. "video games just aren't enough," another punch that snapped the stitching of the bag.
"to vent my [b]aggression[/b]" and with that he sent the bag flying. It snapped of it's chain and nearly hit one of the vampires dragging the bleeding guy away.

Hale took a deep breath. "... It's hard to get used to the dungeon life. I keep expecting a bunch of sword waving hero lunatics to barge in here."
Hale paused and sought eye contact with Magnus. "I've got the feeling you've got some scheme you're working on. I hear there's a whole bunch of your old friends that are going to show up soon. What's the surprise?"