Redhawk Caldera MY BOOODDYY'S TELLING ME YYYEEAAHHEHHH

While he didn't do it often, when Trick told about himself it needed to be something interesting. Still, he'd rather talk about anyone else beside himself, despite his confidence. I'm pretty sure he took me for a girl, I'm small, you see? He laughed. The Icelander was even bigger than him, a weird sight really. Men were supposed to be big and strong to protect their mates, but he guessed he had other methods of dealing with the unwanted. 

Ah, but the beauty of a desert flower comes from everywhere. He said with a slight smirk- one of his trademarks, really. Of course he didn't actually think her name was flower, he just found her beauty to resemble one. He assumed she got that, but he was most definitely wrong. Especially when she even referred to him as a flower. He kind of liked the idea of her think calling others a flower was some sign of friendship, so he wouldn't correct her. That was the way of the trickster, he guessed.

It's... claustrophobic, I find. He answered honestly. Beautiful, but trapping. I just need to get used to it, is all.