"Well thank you for saying I'm not the worst looking hellspawn you've ever seen," he said with a bit of a smile, "and I'm grateful I look how I do for the most part, but some people don't need much. I have red skin, horns, and a tail, I look a lot different than most people, and that makes me an outsider." Despite saying this, Morthos didn't feel like an outsider right now. He felt good, maybe even a bit happy. Maybe people weren't all bad, maybe he just hadn't found the right friends yet.

He was going to say he would gladly call her friend but instead he was blindsided by announcement that she would be challenging Titan. He nearly let the flame go out he was so surprised, "Titan? Like, [i]the[/i] Titan?" Titan was huge, both in terms of physical size and strength. In terms of a straight up one on one fight he was nearly unbeatable. Jax mentioned not being sure why she told Morthos when she hadn't told anyone else, "I think when it comes to something like this you just want someone to know, whether to give advice or talk you out of it." Morthos spoke from some experience, he'd done some dumb things in the past.

They'd reached her house now, and she'd thanked him, "walking you home was no problem. I'm not gonna say you're an idiot or try and stop you from facing Titan, this isn't something you decide on a whim, so you must have a reason. I will give you some advice however. Titan's power is from how strong he is, as far as I know he's never been beat, that makes him cocky. Use that against him, you'll have to be tricky, and keep your distance if you can, if he gets his hands on you it's probably over." Morthos chuckled after thinking about what he'd said, "I'm sure you have some kind of strategy, make sure you don't forget what it is while you're fighting. I'll see you tomorrow, if you wanna grab me before your fight tomorrow try the library. If not then I'm sure I'll hear about it and head over to the arena to cheer you on, good night Jax." He made sure she got in to her house before walking back to his place and turning in for the night, happy that he'd found someone he could call a friend.