Alright, maybe he had a hard time truly believing the man before him. Wouldn't you when someone claimed such outrageous titles? But on the other hand, he could have been not wrong. He knew so very little of these things. However, somewhere along the lines he may have lost track after King of Italy.. What was an overlord anyways? Sounded like dungeons and dragons sort of stuff. Yeah, okay mate, he wasn't quite drunk enough to buy it fully, but he wouldn't rain on his parade either. Hell, he wasn't drunk at all but we can't all have what we want. Regardless, he nodded, his face a perfectly amused mask, except for a few blinks and an arched brow. The man was polite enough he may have bought that he was an aristocrat or diplomat or something equally as formal. "Ah, a pirate in an Irish bar with a king... now I do suppose hell has frozen over. But I suppose there is a first for everything." If he was a pirate than he could be a king. Captain O'Connell had a certain flair he didn't mind, not one bit. He better not attempt to make him bow to the man would be sorely mistaken.. He sat up on his stool though almost subconsciously.

The conversation shifted to Darby and how he shouldn't be messed with. After all, that weapon strapped beneath that bar countertop was hardly an unfired weapon. The man had no problem using it to his advantage, the story of him shooting a regular in the ass when he refused to pay was a fan favourite even talked about to this very day. He was a fire of a spirit, that old man. Brennan nodded after Dorian had uttered that singular word. The warlock's silvery blue eyes trail back to the bar and those drinks stacked ten tall. This place might have been a little on the crazy side, but it made him feel like things were almost normal, as though he was simply some poor sod with a broken heart. If only that were the most of his worries.

Another drink was brought out to him, aha, much better. It didn't take long for the wily warlock to down its contents with practiced ease, feeling that familiar burn that only could be provided by his drink of choice. Then the king said that he had never been to Ireland. "Well you are missing out. You must get your Sebastian to take you there, the history is rich, deep within its bones and cobblestone streets. If you aren't a fan of this scene.." He gestured to the rowdy group who were now carrying on about some fisherman's tale or some shit, he couldn't make out the drunken slurring even if he wanted to. He shook his head. "You can avoid the pubs or maybe stick to the posh areas." He shrugged. He would make the world's worst guide and spokesperson for his country that was for damn sure. The fae slid his drink over to the warlock and a small grin played upon his lips. A man who offered him such a drink was not a bad man at all, as far as Brennan was concerned. He lifted the offered drink and he lifted his glass before taking a sip. A beverage like this deserved to be sipped and enjoyed. "But you should know.. These people.. they are good people." Far better than him, that was for sure.

The mahogany haired pirate didn't need money, for once he was absolutely content with what he had. His powers gave him all money could buy and beyond. What he truly wanted, needed was knowledge, knowledge hopefully an old wealthy fae could provide. He had finally realized how useful a man like him could be. He was well aware how he could be turned down flat on his ass. To his very blatant surprise, he wasn't, he got a nibble. Hell, he would give anything for a lead, or anything that could keep him whole. Anything to keep him out of this deal. Brennan took another sip, maybe a little more than a good sip. He didn't have much left.. so much for drinking it slowly. But he tilted his head as if to assess the fairy, and keeping an eye out on his looming bodyguard.

The fae mentioned blood magic, the very words sent a chill down his spine, or maybe he was just deficient in another drink. To be honest, he was a rather shitty warlock, his magic was sloppy and hardly refined as the ones who used it like second nature. He felt silly using spells and throwing a bunch of ingredients to form a mumbo jumbo vat of magical slime that turned into something... magical. Blood magic though. Now that sounded interesting. Something he could maybe work with. He certainly perked up at that. "Sounds like the serious magical juice I need." There was newfound hope which dared to touch his words. He could worry about the repercussions later. Wasn't that his motto? There was conflict on Dorian's face, he could see it there, what about this sort of magic had his panties in a twist?

He was a nice guy, for being so posh, he didn't really have the stuck up attitude. Well, maybe he gave off a little bit.. but it wasn't in an obnoxious way. It was nice that he tried to warn him, sweet even, saying it was unholy stuff. He attempted to keep his face serious even though he were amused by his choice of words. "I can assure you.. That doesn't concern me. I can handle this blood magic like I handle everything else." He said it almost too confidently. He nodded, his devil-may-care grin bloomed on his lips. His soul was damned long ago, but he didn't crave an early grave because a demon worked him to the bone based on what? A favour? A favour for all of eternity. He was damned anyways.. perhaps even a damned fool. He was far from squeamish at doing what needed to be done. He left a lot of details though... like the rip in between worlds, he created in returning, leaving it wide open for those demon creatures to meander right through and attempt to hunt him. He also left out quite a few essential details. Like that hell dimension, he had spent far too much time trapped within. Time worked so very differently there. It felt so much longer, the days and nights all blurred together into one muddied mess.

He peered at the dark-haired fae, his own gaze haunted by all he had to do to survive. Perhaps the last sliver of his soul had been vanquished and he had yet to notice. That hell chewed him up and spat him out, he was changed, not entirely the man he once was. But who would be? A frown crossed his features. "I would be content to never set eyes on that vile creature again.. alas, he seems pretty keen on me.." His devil may care attitude began to falter, but only a little. "I made a deal with him when I was at the brink of death to return me to this place.. I was in hell.. or at least one of them. I wasn't meant to be there. Another warlock sent me there for getting a little cozy with his student." It all felt so strange now.. So much had changed. "If I knew what kind of shit show earth was going to be.." He didn't finish, no he couldn't finish that sentence. This was what he was given and he would made the bloody best of it. The fae warned him of destruction. All Brennan could do was shrug. "After all, I have seen and been through, a little destruction never bothered me." A glint appeared in his eye, a challenge he would accept without hesitation. If he could come back from that place, he could sure as hell deal with a demon, by any mean necessary. He had come back from the brink of death after all.

Women though.. Women have always been his downfall.. They were always getting him into trouble. Or perhaps he was just a little to eager to get into that trouble. The warning signs were there, always, he just chose to ignore them. When he got revenge for his murdered fiancé, he thought there would be no life at all after. That was until he met that vixen he would move mountains for and her mentor sent him to that hell and threw away the key. Smug bastard had won in a way, he took her from him and he had changed him, damaged him somehow he wasn't sure he could mend..

As soon as the words came out of the fairy's mouth about that was the reason why he married a man. Brennan snorted. "I'll drink to that." He drank that last sip that remained in that too small a glass, it was so smooth to the last drop. He was a cursed man, it was the first time he actually chose to admit to it, as though simply accepting it. What he hadn't expected was for the man to reach out and touch him, resting a reassuring hand on his arm. He raised his glance to peer at Dorian who met his gaze, what he told him next he hadn't expected at all from the fairy. The words were sounding more and more like a padded rejection, a frown etched upon Brennan's face. Here we go he thought bitterly.. That was until he mentioned those books. "If you were cursed, you would know there are no limits that can be crossed to be free."

He paused. "I would not drag anyone into this mess I've made, this is mine and mine alone." He admitted, no he wouldn't expect a complete stranger to go out of his way. Was it guilt that made him say all those things? All he had asked for was information.

"These books, however, are all I need. Besides, you and Sebastian need to go to Ireland, not get wrapped up in strange and unexplainable things." A glimmer of hope appeared within his silvery eyes, it was a rare and fleeting thing. So unlike him. But maybe.. just maybe he could have a chance at a life again, maybe it wasn't the life he had wanted but it was a life.. Maybe this blood magic was the answer. Maybe it wasn't but it was the closest to a resolution he had come to yet. There was a hell of a lot of maybes.

"While I fix your tire situation. Maybe you can tell me of your own curse?" He added that oh so smoothly in there, raising a brow. He seemed talkative enough, maybe he was willing to share his tale, Perhaps in that story, there could be something, anything to help him. Most likely this all was some pipedream. A lie he was so willing to fall for. Hope was such a desperate thing!

"If that place I was in.. was death I have no desire going back there. The demon.. is walking the earth, he has already come to me once. I don't know when he will be back, but I know he will." They always do collect a debt, one way or another. He was running out of time, he could feel it in the very marrow of his bones. A sigh escaped him, frustration. He had to hunt down another thing, another person. When did it end? Maybe this was hell? Maybe he was destined to be always so close and yet just out of reach?

A smile found Dorian's lips, which in turn caused one to form upon his face as well. Fae ridiculous? What did that even mean? "I would take energetic over ridiculous any day. But I guess both are entertaining." He said with a shrug, he hadn't the faintest idea of what fae were even like, this was the first that had stumbled across his path. They depicted them in such monstrous ways that he was certain they weren't. That couldn't have been a lie, could it?

"So Dorian, I do believe we have ourselves a deal. Did you want me to take a look at your chariot or were you actually going to drink something?" Hell, he felt parched simply looking at him.

Brennan O'Connell