The vivid green of Badou's only visible eye catches on Finel's faltering expression — it wasn't hard to miss, given how carefully the gunman had been watching the other the entire time. Despite his casual demeanor, there is a tension about the air around Badou that suggests his comment about danger isn't entirely in jest.

Still, the smile he returns is an easy one. Reassuring, even.

"Somethin' like that, yeah," he hums, carefully refraining from mentioning that one bite is sometimes all it takes. He lifts a hand to trail a finger over the puckered scar, his grin turning wry.

"Don'tcha worry, though. This happened before I got here."