like you know what it means

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

"Can you not Loren." Remi snarled back, offering up his own eyeroll. "It was a question, nothing more. If I wanted to fight with you about something, you'd know."

Snorting but not out of amusement, Remi just gave Loren a look. "Well if it was a reunion you were looking for you might have said. Maybe I'd have rolled out the red carpet for you." His deadpan tone suggested that he would have done precisely the opposite had he advanced notice.

But then his elbow was sliced open and the group to his left was hit with the remnants of Loren's glass and everything suggested hell was about to break loose. One man grabbed at Remi with hands that were sharp claws, while the others in the group half-shifted into various things and advanced on Loren. Words like, fookin' outlandrs and let's show 'em lads! were sung out.

Wings spread from Remi's shoulder blades, shoving those around him as he grinned a feral smile at the man who'd just smashed the top of his beer bottle on the bar and was raising its jagged edges towards his throat.