Marshal Dear

Ain't no place for no hero,
ain't no place for no better man!

'Riot felt the smile widen on his face as she tried to hide the fact that he had startled her, seeming to relax rather than tense, and the monster knew she would have been the perfect opponent for a fight. Though her look and words seemed to hint toward the other end of the spectrum, bringing a small laugh to the surface. "Now, I must know, what is your usual method? These are cannibis buds, they often make others relaxed. I usually reach a euphoric state where I am likely to talk about or do almost anything. The buds are eaten and your mind goes a bit fuzzy, but not enough to harm you." Tucking his nose into the pouch at his chest, Iscariot pulls out one of the last buds he held on his person. He would have to go back to the caves soon to pack more into the blue bag on his neck.

He sat the bright green herb down and broke it in half with his teeth, chewing his side to show her that he wouldn't be killing her with it. Her sapphire gaze met the bright blue of his own in a sidelong glance, making the male wave his tail in a friendly manner. "I don't usually share, but you seem stressed, so...I figured I would help." Whether it was anxiety or anger, he wasn't really sure, but there was an odd need to help her regardless of her situation. If she needed to talk or...uh...talk... 'Riot would always let a female bend his ear or chase his tail. He was just a nice guy like that.

"You." Walk. "Talk."