They had known each other for a mere few seconds, and already Ahn-Bo felt a sense of affinity toward this new friend. He was good-looking enough, if a bit older, and had an air of 'no fucks to give' that was thrilling. He'd been in the west for a month. Up until this point, it was assumed that all the British were bland and stuffy (and this would be a very boring era of his life.) What a relief it was to know that he simply hadn't been in the appropriate location.

Had the interaction turned violent again, the werewolf would have jumped right into the fray. It would have been a great excuse to release his pent up frustrations, but alas, it would seem the affronted beau thought better of two against one. Fair enough, though disappointing. Ahn-Bo gave a wave of his own, though this was directed at their mutual enemy, a cocky smirk on his lips. Maybe the woman would realize her mistake and come find them later in the evening. They were certain to be more amusing than the prick. For now, it seemed she would be occupied with bickering.

The excitement had died down far too quickly, though the night was still young. Ahn-Bo hadn't the slightest idea how to get the green sludge off either of their clothes. He'd never been responsible for doing any sort of his own cleaning. There was likely a spell or some such that would make it easy. If his new friend didn't know it either, he was prepared to accept his fate of being green and sticky for the remainder of the evening. (He'd had much worse.) A playful brow was raised at his equally slimy companion. "Do you get thrown around often?"