He tilts his head back and forth like he's trying to think something up, chuckling and scratching at his beard. "I'm handy with my fists, your people can tell you that. I know a fair few folks and I'm pretty good at talking to others. Traveled some? Pretty good at climbing or whatever sort of sporty shite like that? I make a killer martini." He lifts a finger toward Wynn with that one and grins.