He nods, "I prefer Tiny actually. you can guess where I got it from" he gestures at the short stature." He scrolls through the phone, "Thank you. Mas Taco is a good choice, well picked." He picks a half dozen tacos, none of them traditional. When a Tikka masala taco appears before him, Tiny knows to seize it. "Thank you for dinner." Dad always raised him to be grateful for food. "Cerveza senorita?" He gestures again to the beer fridge.
"Touring, but too poor for motels? So that eliminates musical theater, and theater too probably. Music of some kind? Were you the lead singer?" He asks, drinking more of his wine. Her voice certainly was good enough. "Oh, I finished law a long time ago. I couch surfed to leave my old pack and finally ended up here." He is honest and open, and seems to not be trying to obfuscate anything, not uncommon for an Iminir. "couch surfing as a werewolf was equal parts fun and a little bit scary. Nothing like being told 'the next urdaga are 100 miles that way. And there is Anshega for 90 of those miles.' Had to ditch the car in Utah and hike the desert. That was life changing, and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone." The stars swallowed the sky, and the howls in the distance were never comforting.
"We are light on tactics, and stronger in individual prowess. Warriors over soldiers. The alpha's a solid bruiser. Challenged our southern pure neighbors' alpha to a duel and beat the shit out of him. Bleeds Well, he's the oathmaster, he's Rahu Suthar Anzuth" Which said everything really. "I'm more on the talking side of fighting, what about you?"