~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles pressed his lips into a line when he heard the tiefling speak. It was obvious Miles wasn't as discreet with his words as he liked to be, but it couldn't be helped. Before he could come up with a witty response that would deflect the tieflings question, the blacksmith spoke.

He was a funny one, even if it was unintentional. "Now I'm sure this fellow didn't mean it literally...But I get it." Miles said. He looked down to the road ahead of them, taking a few steps before finally replying to the tiefling. "For the record, I am. A nasty trap that could make quick work of my innards seems like a dangerous possibility. But at least the trap did it's job honestly. The trap decided to kill me the moment I triggered it, [b]not[/b] after it let me believe it was safe. Now it's right obvious a traps not sentient, but you get the gist."

Miles paused for a second then looked the tiefling in his eyes."I'm not one to get all shady on ya, but not everyone is as nice as I am. Strewth, I might be the nicest fellow 'ere!!" Miles bellowed after that statement. He rested his head back on his neck, his chin in the air and his throat poking forward. A smirk grew across his lips as he regarded the sky. [i]Oh this is going to be fun.[/i]he thought. All those days of witty banter with his comrades made him comfortable with passive aggressiveness.[i] I wonder who will be the first to try and call me out on the things I say...[/i]