Oh it was a joke? ''Oh. Right. I know about that.'' Never mind felt sometimes I wonder if I have anything between my ears even to this day. ''It was a good joke Circe. just.'' He knocks twice on the side of his own head with a dull thump each time. ''You know.'' Ogre stereotypes exist for a reason. ''I'm sure most would have laughed.'' Shame the gun don't talk really, Wonder what they would say?
But on the payment front. ''Hm. Mix the two. The coffee shop has pantry right? Winner gets ten minutes free access to carry out whatever they want.'' An arrangement that to his mind definitely favoured him, because he thought he was going to win.
He snorts. ''Oh. Good they are the judgemental types huh. Honestly sounds more like they might have been trying to hit on you.'' He could see why people would do so, even if it wasn't one of his past times. ''If one of them can see, and sees me .. well I need a body for ...''he stops. Looks at Circe. Whoops. ''So. This Pizza stack, nice work.'' He picks up and brings Circe creation towards its final DOOM!
Bite the sticky pizza stack 7 successes
No problem, in a swift, single motion that speaks of way to much practice all five slice fit over half way into that hungry abyss and are severed clean. Swallowed and ... shock and horror ...
*second bite 2 successes
In mere seconds only the crust is left. Swallowing the second mouthful he must have barely tasted that. ''Yum. What's for desert?'' The toothy grin is a challenge. Can the summer present something he can't handle? And that was without using magic.
The crusts meet a slower more reserved fate however he has shown off. If Circe wanted another demonstration she could ask. Monster ... Monster ... not hang on. ''Uh. If there is a monster would that mean there is a Dr?'' Or do I have that wrong way round? ''Hm. I never fought a ghost or its like.'' Best reference he has for the not corporal. ''No I don't reckon what I got would work.'' Well dam, maybe I need to make friends with some ghosts. ''But if its solid. It can be torn apart and the pieces nailed into different places if that's what it takes.'' Dismemberment might not mean death to all lost, or the others or who knows what else but generally you need you limbs to use them.
He snarls. ''Ah. Don't sit right with that, with most around here I have to imagine.'' Lost not on the others payroll probably don't look kindly on slavery. ''If for whatever reason they try anything on with one of us, what's the acceptable level of push back?'' Those I wouldn't object to pushing right into a dinner pot.
He nods, he nods some more. He is thinking about cooking crab. He nods again. ''Oh. You invited me fishing once before. Yeah I'll go.'' Yum. ''Though I never used explosives before.'' That could ended poorly. ''But yeah day trip followed by a cookout I'd be down.'' Or end great.
He braces as the heat rolls over him once more. Waiting for it die down before chipping in. ''Yeah. I hear about her a lot. Anatole first. Then you and Sarah. Seems she was a real problem.'' But that's new. ''Didn't know she made fetches.'' Those only have one purpose. Usually he finds it hard to judge damaged or even evil changelings, given his own nature. But what it implied crossed a line. ''I said in the meeting I was willing to go. Still am. Just say when.'' In the last meeting they had spoken about he had been willing to sure, but casual, more something to investigate, with this new revelation his demeanour leans far more into the serious.
His thoughts more on fighting he remembers something. ''Oh. The boss also mentioned something about a military encampment, knights? or something near by hedge side?'' Also back under the bridge that was, not come up again since.
*Kray has three dots of Fighting style: Brute Force. The third dot of which lets him make a second attack (crush, bite! etc) against something he maintains a grapple on with a -1 penalty ... given the pizza can't escape I reckon that qualifies