[That was what combat was about, but he was less interested in that now that he had picked up a little more about what made this mouthy human so flagrant about making a scene. He actually stepped in closer and made certain to lean down so that they were eye level.]

Emotion makes the unpredictability interesting. You don't burn hot like my brother; he will burn you with the heat of his outbursts. You burn cold like the sun had died out, meaning I think what you feel is deep and compressed. That makes you equally as dangerous.

[He rose back up after that, making his assessment. No one could say that he or anyone else in the Nightbrother village was emotionally stable given the conditions they were raised in, but even they had more of a grasp on a normal range of emotions compared to Maul and likely Dirk. Time would tell, and he would be watching.

He shrugged at the mention of how unfortunate it was that his little brother was dead. He tried not to think about it, tried to ignore the ache he wanted to fill. So maybe it was easier to fight.] He was weak. He would have died when I left the village anyway. [Spoken dispassionately.]

You won't find any happiness with me. It's not something I think I can provide, but I will fight you. Maybe that will be enough.

[Enough for the both of them. For a little while at least.]

No, I'm finished. Let's see if you're all talk, little human.