[ There's something familiar about the charm he exudes that rubs him the wrong way, but in that same vein, he's interested enough to continue with the conversation. He also doesn't hide what he is, though he's sure the lack of natural coloring to his skin is enough to give it away. Pushing away from his lean against the bar, he moves just a little closer. Larus is only dangerous to those who have made him mad, and it seems, so far, that no one in that category from home has followed him here. ]

If I hadn't wanted you to know my name, I wouldn't have told you. [ He's intensity all the time, sorry Armand. ] I find it hard to believe you haven't won anything before.