"All right, all right, Disaché!" he echoes, rolling his eyes, though really, he can't find fault with a guy who just wants people to remember his name. He gives him a nonplussed look when he waves his shoe at him, then folds his arms and shakes his head. "You know, you're never gonna make any friends brandishing boots at them," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Seems like we're all gonna be stuck with one another for a while, so we might as well get to know each other, you know?"

Sheesh, and he thought Vexen was grouchy and antisocial...