Zrell sighed, this was depressing; the group that had assembled was mediocre  at best and at worst would be completely useless. He guessed that the two kids had probably never been in a proper fight before, not some 'I'm gonna rough this guy up for what he just said' fight but a proper 'Someone's going to die' fight, the army looking guy seemed serious though.
The punk kid's comment wasn't appreciated, the last thing a group like this needs is low morale. He glanced over at them, they were probably twice his height; deciding that he'd rather not have to look up at them he turned away again saying "I think he meant useful questions kid," deciding not to wait for the kid to respond he continued "Aren't these Claus freaks all fanatics, what makes you think we can get anything out of him other than blood and racial slurs? Let alone getting him to tell us where all his friends are hiding out. I mean if I were some pure human psycho the last thing I'd do is let some 'racially impure vermin' get the better of me, even if I did lose a few fingernails."
Having made his point he reclined himself on one of the mayors comfy chairs, had he been taller he would have put his feet up on the table but he couldn't reach and didn't want to make a fool of himself by trying. He got out his dagger and started figeting with it, he'd turned it into a butterfly knife but was considering turning it back into a fancy ritual dagger again.