Kurt had charming, what Ignacio would call, 'nervous' gestures that kept capturing his eyes. They then settled on the odd drink that was acquired, and instinctively he took a sip of his own to make certain it was blood and not something strange. Yes, no glowing, very bloody, perfect.

"A war? Do you mean a skirmish? I say that only because it appears that we're still at war against Destiny, are we not? They are the enemy which must be defeated?" Ignacio found the tactics of D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. to be fascinating if they let the populace relax all the time.