Stefan lead Brett into Gypsy's with the same expression he always had - always apparently about to start laughing, the ghost of a smile just barely on his face. It was, after all, very hard to see anyone's weaknesses when they were always about to laugh.
Shieldbearer slung himself down in a corner booth, the vest and jeans combination that he always wore showing off his toned arms as he lounged.
The Cahalith could even lounge with grace.
"Pull up a seat. The others'll be here soon."
His voice was pleasant. But then, he was right at home here. All wolves were pleasant within their own turf.