Firefly Glen Come, come to your brother (thou shalt not die)

Revelry was not something Glaukos had any experience with, nor was he allowed to partake, which begged the question - why was he here? He could turn and leave at any point. He should leave. These were not his people, this was not his custom, and he knew the rules.

This man was buzzing around him like a particularly loud mosquito. Glaukos wanted very much to crush him underheel so that he would stop his incessant noise, but instead he merely flashed his front teeth as a warning.

If it would make the man stop, he would have to speak up.
Glaukos. The man shifted his weight in to a step or two, hoping to get away from this Alaric, and then came to rest like some stone homunculi losing momentum; his attention wandered between the women.