Hearing Cole responds to his introduction, the dark-skinned demi grinned just a bit wider. He wasn't sure if he had layed it on a bit too thick. After all, even outside the arena, he wasn't known for his sparkling personality. Though he couldn't help but be on guard with the "subtle" shifting of the shield hero. Cain couldn't be sure without asking but, he was fairly sure his wings were at least partially to blame for Fernando's unease. 

Shaking the man's hand he couldn't resist the urge to bare his fangs in a mischievously toothy grin. Though if some of the gasps from a few nosey onlookers were to be trusted it could easily be mistaken for a soundless snarl.

[color=forestgreen]"I am sure your abilities are worth far more than you claim, though I must say. Humility is a rarity in this city aside from the clergy."[/color] the winged man said easily as he released Fer's hand and leaned back slightly. It was almost immediately after that he remembered his polar opposite reached out to grab her hand.

However, instead of shaking the proffered appendage, he attempted to turn it so that her knuckles were exposed before lowering his head to place a gentle kiss. [color=forestgreen]"Pleasure, m' lady."[/color] He breathed with a wink before turning toward the conversation with the receptionist.

While he held little sympathy for Rayla and her ilk, he wasn't comfortable with her death being so easily discussed. There were few who understood what time in the arena could do to one's mind and those who did had more than there share of scars. Both physical and mental. Despite these thoughts, he was also fully aware that not everyone could be redeemed.

[color=forestgreen]"While I much prefer to ensnare my prey, these aren't just for show. I can hold my own."[/color] He declared while motioning to the two whips stored on the outer side of his legs.