Oh sure, laugh. Everyone should. It's not like he doesn't deserve it a thousand times over. "Already got hair on my chest, thanks," he shoots back, but that might be a small smirk forming. "How about two and maybe I'll forget that bear-blood lager exists and these people are trying to fight bear-killers by throwing bear blood on them."

Maker's breath, what has his life turned into. He did not sign up for this shit.