*Lecter smirks, and has his arm blades and M1911 holstered/sheathed, and Karma is in his left hand, which quietly glows a dark purple*
Lecter: I'm a Devil Hunter. I just wear this because it's good on the road. I spend most of my time there, when I'm not killing whatever Hell spits up.

*Finnick returns the smile, and he notes the coldness in Taboo's eyes*
Finnick: Booze is a good start. Then I'll see if I can find a wench to get food for us. Oh, and the name is Finnick.
*He looks around the room while still smiling*
Finnick: This place see any Qunari? Tall, strong fellows with horns. They like to talk about their Empire a lot. Ooh, how about some dwarves?

*The Elf just rolls her eyes at Finnick's banter*