Lobo would struggle to keep his raw anger under wraps, despite loving the thrill of a brawl he has learned to wait and bide his time, patience trumping over rashness. Though the blonde one would have to go eventually, make no mistake of that. But this new chico.. he shows the most promise as someone worth his acknowledgement out of everyone here, if the pyromaniac respected anything in others it was strength. He quirked his eyebrow and smirked slightly, [color=9e0b0f]"Reckon you can dance with fire and be left unscorched? You can have my name for that thought, Lobo Herroero at your service,"[/color] adding a mock bow to his self-introduction before glaring at Sven, [color=9e0b0f]"Not 'fireballs'."[/color]