"Probably shouldn't..." Kevin offered with a chuckle. "He's an interesting character, the sort that will do anything to protect his guys. Great if he's on your side, not so much otherwise... Being with Goldgate, we had some dealings together, split a few contracts. Even fucked over Knight-Errant together a couple of times. He's got a major case of brand loyalty going on, though, and since I never worked for Blackwater, I'm not really on his list of people to welcome..." the werehyena shrugged, "He might not even say anything, though. It's about fifty-fifty that he'll just ignore me. Maybe more likely since you're with me, and I doubt you two know each other..." he trailed off as his train of thought wondered what it would be like if the two did know each other. He wasn't sure if that would make things better or worse.\

He had plenty of time to think on it, though, since his companion needed a break. They sat down and the vampire did her thing for a moment, before observing that now would be a good time for a smoke. "You want me to massage your feet while you smoke?" he asked, just a touch too suggestively. The raised eyebrow didn't help either. But he figured the worst he would get was a boot to the face. "Or are you asking me to hold your sagrit while you rub your feet?" he couldn't help but chuckle at that point. He just hoped she didn't ambush him while he was working on her questions. The last thing he needed was a boot to the fact that he wasn't expecting.

He chuckled some more when she asked what to expect once they got into shaman territory. He blamed the hyena in him for all the laughter, but never actually explained that to people. It was nicer if they just thought he was a surprisingly up-beat person. "On a good day, it'll be bunnies and puppies and kittens all over the place, and all the attractive young shamans will be out socializing with the attractive nature spirits and it's surprisingly nice... Tonight, we probably won't see anything... Tomorrow, probably a bear or two, maybe a pack of werewolves. These aren't the shamans I learned from, and while they are fairly welcoming of non-magical outsiders, they seem to dislike shamans from other cults. That being said, the Cult of Flame always wins..." he grew a cocky grin as he declared his supremacy, and parts of him seemed to ignite with ghostly flames. "Still, I was going to take us around the edge. It's mostly water cult out this way, on account of the river, so if we cross it in Blackwater territory we should be fine..." then he sighed as the flames winked out. He pulled out his revolver, casually levelling it at an indistinct point. He tracked the air for a moment and then sighed more heavily and shook his head. "You spend enough time out here, you start to go crazy..." he offered, "Thought I saw someone..." A couple of deep breaths later he scrutinized their surroundings some more, and holstered his hand-cannon. "I need to win the lottery or something... Retire..." he mostly said it to himself, and wondered he'd even do if he retired. It was an exercise in creativity, if nothing else...