Leonard doesn't exactly startle when the enormous creature comes in and waits politely in line for coffee. Ferroc is big, sure, but he's had to down bigger: a memory of a half-man, half-shark comes to mind.

But he does play rather still and cautious, wondering what sort of demonic furball dreamed this guy up. Until he speaks, and it's all the resident thief can do not to crack a grin.

Oh, no..

"Shockingly, you might be better off with the whole carafe." He says, slowly getting to his feet. Strange that Hell seems to be making him more generous with his time instead of less.