Rook's gaze narrows as Ulysse starts talking about business. Not out of irritation, just focus, different angle, professional.

"Stay out of the way," the fighter says quickly. "The farthest you are from the conflict, the easier it is for me to protect you. I'm used to heckling and mouthing off. This is not going to make me snap."

But talking about it reminds him again just how completely removed from most people he should be, and he shifts his gaze down to the glasses behind the counter, then at the billiard table at the other side of the bar.

"I'm not looking to kill anyone. I promise you that."