Oswald merely watched on with disinterest as everybody around him went on with their business. Some people were arguing about the necessity of learning to fight other people. When Oswald recognized Sapphire's voice, he found himself agreeing with what she said: even questioning why it was necessary was...ridiculous. Idiotic, even. Maybe even as bad as a guy who didn't know what an acute angle was. 

Frowning, he grunted in displeasure as Aurellius tore his wound open. "God dammit Aurellius, one day and you can't go with making an ass of yourself? Some of those people were trying to eat." Despite his exasperation, he couldn't help but laugh at the others' reactions to the blood and gore. "Though I will admit, that's a hell of a party trick."

After Aurellius's display, Diamond also questioned the need for Hunters and Huntresses doing what should have been the job of the police. Again, Sapphire made a retort, but this time things started to get too heated for Oswald's personal tastes. He didn't agree with Diamond, but if she was his team mate, he'd have to stick up for her. "Sapphire, lay off. We all got history, even if it's ugly. I'm sure we've all got blemishes on our souls the rest of the world wouldn't look too kindly on. And I don't understand why salary is even a question here. So long as it's livable, who the fuck cares?"

When Shiro landed on the table, scattering the remaining food, Oswald smirked and gave himself a mental pat on the back for finishing quickly. Despite the....absolutely fucking terrible way the offer was presented, Oswald got up and chuckled. "Great, free grub. If it gets me away from the hotheads, I'd gladly eat raw meat." Walking towards Gren and Abel, he hadn't even bothered to look if anybody else was going along with it. Free food was free food.