He noticed the tail twitch, but it was too quick for him to ascertain what mood it might signify. Agitation? Interest? He'd worked with tieflings enough to know that their true feelings were often betrayed by their tails, and so he made it a point to take note of it whenever possible.

"Well, I suppose that there is one tenuous thread that connects all of them..." Joon-gi tapped one finger against the side of his mug, brows furrowed in thought. "They tend to be mercenaries or adventurers with some modicum of skill. But that's the only thing I can think of, at the moment."

He wondered what sort of skills the tiefling might possess, and how they might prove of use to him. Sorcery was one of the few skills that Joon-gi lacked, which is why spellcasters were of particular interest to him.

He watched as the tiefling spooned a heaping bite of stew into his mouth and swallowed. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't appear to be in much discomfort at all.

Joon-gi blinked incredulously, then grinned. "Impressive. I've watched outsiders twice your size cry like babies or vomit from the pain, but you?" He huffed a laugh. "I take it dragon's claw peppers are commonly used in dishes where you're from?"

He felt a familiar weight settle across his shoulders as an invisible arm draped itself companionably against him. A cold breath of air brushed against his ear as a voice only he could hear spoke: I suppose he's stronger than he looks, but I wonder if he'll last longer than our previous companion?

Joon-gi felt his smile falter at his brother's words, and hoped the tiefling wouldn't notice.