Revel lifts a brow and gives Fjord a look right back.

"If you try anything funny your cleric is going to have to figure out how to reattach your balls." Then he breaks into another bright smile, flashing fangs. Keeping eye contact, he puts a hand on Fjord's chest. "I'm so glad we understand each other."

Revel's hand drops as the half-orc turns away. He has no hood and no cloak, so he just steels himself as they head back out into the downpour. It wouldn't be as bad if the rain wasn't so damn cold.