Starglow Basin that long black cloud is comin' down

What was it about men and the seeking of brutalism? Such themes were commonplace among their sex. Common enough that it didn't phase Riddle one iota to hear about it; he didn't loathe the idea of violence, neither did he seek it out unjustly. To live was to war, and all that. He recalled a lesson from his father which amounted to just such a result—and remained thoughtful, contemplative.

Although the conversation moved on, and so Riddle flowed with it. He'd decided he liked this man, whoever he was. A little tricky, given there was some quid-pro-quo required, but not unpleasant.

I like anything hot n' red! He sounded like his father, there.

Food is food, aye? Been living off bits an pieces for a while now, and it does me just fine. Figure if I wanted somethin' more I'd have to posse up. Riddle flashed a look to his companion as he said this. Not that I'm incapable, but y'know its easier to take down the big ones with backup. Whoever you run with—they got a name? Or does that cost somethin' extra?

His smirk lingered, somehow unreadable.