HE WAS SILENT AS HE MOVED THROUGHOUT THE BAR. It wasn't common, sure, for a nephilim to make an appearance without violence to follow but Malcolm came for one thing and one thing only; a drink or ten, before he made himself known somewhere else. His expression was... mean, on the surface, but that wasn't exactly new in the last six years. Only certain people saw just how soft he could be these days; and you'd be surprised to know it wasn't those of his own kind. When approached, he shook his head no, just in case it was someone who wanted to start something he really had no desire to have to finish. "I'm only here for a drink," it was, after all, a promise. If you wanted anyone from his kind around you, it might just be the guy who didn't believe in the code anymore.
