[@Drakey][@BespeckledCeph]

Grim touched the brim of his hat to Azrael in respect, then turned to the draconic female. 

[Color=fff79a]"You may be a 'beast,' but you are still a female, are you not?"[/color] Grim drawled causally, refusing to get irritated with a female he barely knew. [Color=fff79a]"In my book, that makes you a 'Miss,' and it's how i show respect."[/color] He met her half mechanical blue gaze with a golden one, pupils turning to slits, reflecting the light. He tilted his head at her in a very feline way when she suggested he keep his hands on his Jack Daniels. He smiled, and purposely flashed a sharp looking canine at her.

[Color=fff79a]"I suggest you not tell me what to do,"[/color] he purred. [Color=fff79a]"I'm older, and more dangerous than you may think, young one."[/color] Oh, yes, he knew she was young, he could smell the youth in her skin and scales. He could also smell the ozone that shimmered over them. [Color=fff79a]"Don't think to shock me. You'll never make contact."[/color]

He let his form shimmer out of eyesight for a few heartbeats, then solidified. He knocked back his shot of whisky and poured another, all while his hand remained on his bicep. Then, tired of the posturing, he removed his hand from his bicep to take of his stetson and to shake out his neck length brown black hair. 

[Color=fff79a]"I came for a drink, Draco,"[/color] He used the latin term for dragon. [Color=fff79a]"Not a fight. And neither, it seems, did you."[/color] He motioned to her sign, and bit his lip ring in thought.