[Savage did not particularly enjoy the look of delicate men. It wasn't something he ever found attractive, given his upbringing where physical strength and being in touch with the Force were a base standard in his entire upbringing. Males were muscled like warriors and trained extensively.

Interestingly, he found delicate looking women attractive thanks to the Nightsisters. The slimmer the better, especially if they could still kick the absolute shit out of him. It made him hate them more readily, which was never a bad thing. No attachments allowed.

Like usual, he folded his arms over his chest and seemed relaxed. His eyes glowed in the moonlight and always in darker settings.]

I'm taller than most in this place especially. Humans often find it rather intimidating.

[As it probably should be and as he liked it. They were less likely to think about picking a fight with him or his brother if he was looming around. However, it didn't seem like Dirk was at all intimidated by his height and build. What a strange human... er, immortal.]

So. You can break meteors then. And you can't die. Is that part of your genetic cloning process?

[Genetic tampering? Whatever, start casual. Then they could punch each other.]