“Consider the offer accepted.” He rumbles, dipping his nose very slightly and cocking his scruffily bearded head to eye the oddly colored wolf again. It's sprawled between the Lady's legs (Oh, to be so lucky), putting on an unconvincing display of harmlessness. Alice, apparently, though naming the beast and giving it a personality does nothing for his own perceptions. He tunes back into the conversation at the sound of another name, Fiachra, and the slight lift in tone at the end of a sentence that signals a question.
“Ohhoh, yes.” He chuckles, already silently reciting the list of colorful adjectives and endless expletives used to denote his particular character flaws. “I have many titles, none of them endearing and none of them incorrect in the slightest." Green eyes flicker toward the roan with a knowing and unapologetic gleam, before landing on the violet-haired again and winking conspiratorially. "But I’ll let you form your own opinions for now. Albrecht is what they call me when they’re least annoyed.” Which isn't very often, truth be told, so the pair in front of him should be damned well honored that they've caught him in such a gracious mood.
OOC // @Hotaru @Fiachra Number Sixty-Ninnnnnnnne xD