"The state of mankind?" He echoes the statement back. His face starts to scrunch up almost immediately at the man's comment. "I hope that you're not saying that you think of them less than us."

His expression darkens considerably. "Because it'd be real upsetting to me. I get to see two elves after a hundred years and one of them is already spouting the same fucking shit I heard in the clan all those years ago."

His tongue slips out from between his lips. Saliva drips down from the roof of his mouth and down his chin. Nero draws in his spit before turning his head to lop a thick loogie down on the ground. "So, why don't you tell me what you mean by arguing semantics with me, Estinien?"