Randolph’s aura traveled with him, the stench assailing the other inmates. Though Randolph usually maintains an air of sophistication to his demeaner and behavior, he can’t help but smile a little for every person he disgusts. Some primal warmth emanates within, a instinct locked deep within the subconscious satisfied. It is a good feeling to cause dismay in others by presence alone, makes it less likely they will transgress on him. 

The only one unfazed was the muzzled girl who seemed…attracted to him. Randolph heard of her, some sort of voracious alien with an insatiable appetite. He should keep his distance lest he wind up on the dinner plate for once. But on the other hand, his curiosity demands observation. What is she? The Defiler has interesting tastes, perhaps she is some sort of creation of his? Or maybe a spawn of Abhoth, one who kept its progenitor’s appetite? He noted to probe her mind at a later date, for the sake of his curiosity.

[quote=@IrishAngelQueen]
[color=ed1c24]"No offense, Randolph. 'Least you've a valid reason for it."[/color]
[/quote]

[color=blueviolet] “None taken. My kind have a different instinctual behavior to that sort of stimuli because, well, It’s no secret. I do recognize it is as alien an idea to you as hygiene is for me…” [/color] Randolph turned to the demon, trying to recall her name. [color=blueviolet] “…Rueyn, right? I don’t believe I had the pleasure of meeting one of your kind, if you being a demon is true. I’d appreciate an opportunity to probe your mind, if you are willing, I’m curious if my theories bear any fruit or if your origins prove too esoteric.” [/color] 

[quote=@Restalaan]
[color=39b54a]
"Who amongst us...is the strongest?" [/color]
[/quote]

Randolph looked towards Körbl, confounded for a second. Randolph knew he had a tendency to start fights with the stronger inmates, but Randolph now realized it was a test of some sort. Where he wanted to fight his way to the top and remain there. At first Randolph was irritated at a foolish goal, his lips began to curl into a snarl. But then Randolph was distraught with introspection. Afterall, isn’t this a mirror of his own journey? The constant and never-ending road of self-improvement. He seeks to perfect the flesh, while Randolph seeks to perfect the mind.

[color=blueviolet] “I see where this is going and I forfeit.” [/color] Randolph said, a solemn expression forming. [color=blueviolet] “In a physical, and honorable fight, I don’t feel confident in my odds. But I do respect your commitment to physical improvement. I thought us inimical, but now I believe we are share much more semblance than I believed. If anyone else wants to fight, don’t let me stop you…” [/color] Randolph concluded, before having a second thought and adding“ [color=blueviolet] “…besides, they might let me eat the loser.” [/color] Randolph said with a grin. They let him eat a few metahumans before, and Randolph enjoyed sampling the taste their powers gave their flesh, something like a box of assorted chocolates. One never really knows what they will taste.