The Darkin stood, taken aback by the mans comments. Sneering at the thought of looking beautiful in ones eyes.  “This form is a disgusting display of my glory in prior. A mockery of flesh that I am forced to wear. What, pray tell, do you find magnificent in such a display?” 

“Keep staring” the darkin growled between fangs. “I’ll remove them from your tiny little skull.” 

Carefully he placed bits of metal into a sack. Fearing to dent or shatter glass that was already there. Picking up a metal part he examined it, before calling out to the stranger. ”You must be new around here. I didn’t think to see someone so cleanly dressed to be this far down in Zaun.” His head turned upwards to state once more, tossing the metal in his hand to the side. ”Unless this is where you want to be.”