He feeds upon such chaos, seeming to absorb the scent and sight of blood and fight that surrounds himself and his chosen companion for the night. Perhaps it is simply the predator within, relishing this controlled bloodshed and yet perhaps it is simply...him, seeming to find pleasure in the pain that surrounds him, so clearly displaying this darker side to his own nature in these moments, dark eyes flicking rapidly from one event to another. He pauses to assure Pretty remains beside him or else close by. Perhaps she is not a member of his pack per say- yet within this place she is his belonging, content to display some level of ownership over the woman if only to assure her safety. Were's, after all, particularly men, seem to be rather territorial of both land and women alike and as such instinct demands he keep Pretty near himself, a rumble of dissent offered every now and then whenever it is another man should linger far to close before he moves to suggest a game of sorts to the evidently nervous vixen whom seems to cower within his shadow. Dark eyes move to rest upon her own, tilting slightly to one side as lashings of wild hair tumble back into his gaze, attempting to understand the woman's fear in this, her phobia of fire remaining elusive to the deviant as he merely stares almost blankly at the near shaking woman.

Her fear is almost palpable, a tantalizing scent he can very near taste that seems to see those dark eyes dilate momentarily in a purely predatory response to a weakness so very clear as his demeanour seems to shift ever so slightly, searching for some more physical weakness upon the woman, seeming to view her for the barest of moments as....prey. It is however, thoughtfully short lived, his name upon her lips seeming to revert this animalistic desire as he looks from the game to the woman and back again before rolling his shoulders in the mimic of a shrug of sorts before nodding, clearly willing to allow his companion to choose another game- seeming thoughtful a moment before abruptly pointing in an entirely different direction, reaching for her hand once more before suddenly proceeding to drag her back through the crowded room, around a fighting ring and towards what appears to be a bar of sorts.

"Pretty...sits here."

Hand releases her own in this moment, pointing now towards one of the many small tables set before the bar, taking his own seat opposite her as menu's promptly arrive, evidently content to take the woman to dinner instead. His inability to read however, is surely displayed moments later, menu held upside down within his grasp as he moves to mimic those around him, frowning slightly as if truly pondering his options, assured Pretty will do much the same before the waitress returns. The sound of hooves and a startled yelp sees those chocolate eyes glide slightly sideways once more, a Dingo launched out of the ring by a clearly irate stallion much to the amusement of the crowd, his own lips pulling in to a grin before he looks to the woman expectantly once more.

"Now....we....have to talk."

Talking, he is sure, is what is expected in such a situation, the manner in which he observes those around him having assured the creature that when a man and woman are given to sit at a table- conversation is expected- though as to what he is supposed to discuss remains elusive to the creature entirely, looking expectantly towards Pretty now before the waitress suddenly returns to take his order, one finger merely lifted to point at....something on the upside-down menu, much to the evident amusement of the waitress, one eye of the woman lifting slightly in surprise before turning to Alexis in a similar fashion to take her order.