Darius let out a breath through his nose as the way he was greeted. He stood up sharp and gripped the club tightly. The gloves hid the way his knuckles turned pale from holding it.

"Perhaps not. I swore I recognized someone, but perhaps it was the company you once kept that I knew so well." He said rather bitterly as he didn't bother to hide his disdain of the man before him. "We kept very different companions back in the day. I'm sure you are keeping the same like today, aren't you?" He said, not about to beat around the bush. "You are doing better than expected." Better than he deserved for damned certain passed through the man's mind.