Rohaan laughed, his lapis and black eyes alight with real mirth. He was the kind of guy who was very obviously and visibly rough around the edges, and for good reason. Life had not been kind to him, and though he'd weathered whatever it threw at him, he did not do so without scars. Some literal, some metaphorical. But still, Rohaan was a generally jovial sort of man. And everything about him was relaxed, like at any moment if the roof caved in and the whole town lit on fire, it'd be no skin off his back. He projected a kind of untouchability, though it could also perhaps be called arrogance. Neither were wholly wrong, as he was jaded and experienced in many things, but did have a bit of an ego. 

"Tevira's tits boy! Don't you remember what I told you?" He made a mock-disapproving clicking noise with his tongue. "When I said I was the dirtiest and the rottenest of thieves, I wasn't blowing smoke. Nor was I kidding when I said I was a shapeshifter." Something occurred to Rohaan and he studied the fumbling boy as he scrambled to hide himself, though he didn't need to. Rohaan was curious and would ask about the arm in his own time, but he was undaunted. Unlike most people, he lived his life in the quiet places of the world where decent folk did not dwell, and where Dark things roamed. Unlike most people, Rohaan had lived his life being treated as if he was of the Darkness. A boy with an infected arm was a curiosity and a misfortune. That was all. 

"You don't really believe me, do you? Or maybe you do now--go on, inspect the door. I'm a decent lock pick but I assure you I didn't pick that one. But you didn't last night, did you? I'm curious to know what you do believe. Perhaps I can enlighten you on some things." Rohaan shrugged nonchalantly. Xander could tell him he was a demon straight from Hell and Rohaan wouldn't be much offended. He'd heard it all before anyway. 

Xander still seemed somewhat flustered even as he hid away the knife and suggested they go down for their meal. Rohaan laughed again. "You ain't traveled much have you? Or maybe it's just me. Ain't nothing light gonna be about my breakfast, no sir! I'm an opportunist at heart, always have been. Living on the streets will do that to a kid. But hang on a moment." Rohaan reached out a hand and clapped it on the boy's shoulder. The shoulder concealed by the cloak. And those eyes of his drilled right into Xander's. "Let's straighten something out here right quick. I saw that thing, Xander." His eyes shifted to where his arm lay under the cloak. "I ain't gonna hang you, boy. You don't have to hide from me like a first-time whore." Rohaan smiled. "Now, I'm mighty curious as to how you came by that, but I ain't gonna press. And if you can stomach traipsing Errandil with a black-blooded thief, I don't think your arm is going to bother me, kid." Rohaan's tone touched on serious for a moment before he playfully slapped his back. "We're partners now after all, aren't we? We ain't got use for secrets. Now c'mon, I smell toast."

Rohaan went downstairs, but as he did so he turned up his hood. He wanted breakfast, not a beat-down. After a quick word with the innkeeper and an exchange of coin, Rohaan seated himself with a plate full of plump sausages, a fried egg, a slab of very fresh bread with some equally fresh butter, and a bit of cold chicken from the night before. Absolute heaven! Rohaan did not often get the luxury of hot food [I]on a plate[/I] and to actually get it was a real treat.