^ 'Oh, you are asking for it.' A hint of a purr entered Crowley's voice, seemingly without his volition, as he looked Charlotte up and down. Confidently, he began to stride towards her. 'You wanna try me? I'll show you how the master of fighting gets crap done.' He let his jaws fall open in a sharp-toothed grin, waiting for her to make the first move.

< He loves fighting and will absolutely never back down from a direct challenge.

v 'So, you ever had a drinking contest? Wanna have one with me? I'll win,' he said smugly, despite knowing full well that his alcohol tolerance was terrible.

^ “Drinking contest? Oh boy, you’re choosing the incorrect hare for this, of course I accept and I’ll win”

< but in fact he has zero alcohol tolerance, he’s thinking on tea.

v “So, who else would join this beautiful tea contest party with us? Maybe you? Tell me, would you share a cup of tea with me?”

^ "Tea? I wouldn't mind at all. What types do you have?"

< Usually spends his leisurely time having tea with others. Sometimes does it alone and just watches the butterflies nearby.

v "Hmm, your heartbeat is quite fast. What has you riled up? Did something happen?"

^ Jonathan pauses, caught off guard. "Is it that strange to go for a jog?" he asks after a too-long moment, brows tilted up as he smiles. He doesn't seem to be sweating, though, or out of breath. "Everything is fine. Perfectly fine." 

< Has been known to spin his own anecdotes from his long life into the history classes he teaches. None of his students know he's a vampire, but it's the closest he comes to being honest about his feelings on a regular basis.

v "You've been late to class a lot lately. Is everything ok?"

^ "Class?" She said. Her ears dropping a bit, her expression clearly panicky. "You're making a mistake ol' man! G..get some g..glasses, " she said.

< haven't been to school since she was 12, kinda..regrets it. And with kinda I mean a lot.

V "Yea think ye though? But can you beat me in a shooting competition!" She asked with a big wide smile on her face. "The first one who shoots 3 bottles, " she gestures at some bottles she placed around, "wins!" 

^ He blushed a bit and reservedly spoke, "Probably not as tough as ye? You're a tough gal." He then takes out his semi auto pistol and now spoke with more confidence holding onto his prized gun, "But I can take you up on that challenge." He gave the gunslinger a shy smile.

< Is also an excellent marksman. He's also terrible at socializing and conversing. 

v Varx attempting his best to start a conversation. He nervously spoke, "You. You seem happy, how do you do it?"

^ A shrug from Prada. "I take what I want, and I take no shit. It's not hard to be happy."

< He's known to lie a lot about Feelings and stuff like that.

v "I saw you take that, you know. I won't mention it, as long as I get a cut." Wink wink.

^ - With a grin that was... Far too sinister for someone of her standing, Brown exclaimed, "In your dreams! This shit is mine, and I'll do anything to keep it!" And with that, she turned herself around in a melodramatic fashion and walked off.

< - Brown hasn't actually stolen anything, but... She definitely would if she felt like she could. It's probably not like she's not above doing crimes anyways.

v - Putting her hand up to her chin with a frown, Brown remarked with a frown, "Hey, you. I think there's something weird on your face. Like... Chocolate, or something like that. Mind wiping it off before you show yourself to the rest of society?"

^ "S-sorry.. my face is just uh... like that, sometimes." Esbee awkwardly wiped at her face.

< She's made of honey, she can't help if it looks a little odd sometimes! Sometimes things stick to her, too.

v "Sorry 'bout that... oh! You, uh, dropped this.." She holds something out under the table. "You're lucky I found this, and not someone else..."

^ "Oh shit! I didn't even know I dropped it! Thanks; yeah, it woulda been REAL bad if someone else had taken this from me," Lock laughed while putting his prosecutor's badge back on.

< Lawyer by day, thief by night. And on days off.

v "Lemme run something by you: peanut butter ice cream. Is that killer or what? It's gotta be genius. I mean, it's just gotta be, right?!"

^ "Well.. it has been a long time, but I don't exactly want to see them. That life was really boring!"

He huffs and crosses his thin arms over his chest, tail flicking back and forth behind him. It was the cat in him - sure sign of irritation. He wasn't fond of that idea at all, eyebrows furrowing over his four blue eyes. "I'm happier with my team, they're my family now."

> He's a runaway prince who now lives with a band of treasure hunters! He doesn't hate his family, but he hated the lifestyle and the lack of excitement it brought along with it.

V "Do you like exciting things? Y'know... things that really get your heart pumpin'. You totally look like the type to enjoy a good ol adventure! Wanna go with me sometime?"

^ "Darling, I live for anything that keeps my heart racing! Adventure, jewelry, romance, the thrill of the scare! But no. Why in the world would I go out to peruse the world with you? Besides if we've journeyed together, your taste in adventure is clearly not up to par! Run through a forest or venture the wilderness? Oh good heavens no! It's a waste of time dirtying my boots when I can just ride through and stare out from my little carriage for the wondrous looks!"

< Clearly Revere's tastes in adventures is a bit more... refined than others. Plus, sure as hell his attitude just emphasizes the fact that he cannot get along with anyone if he were to go on an adventure with someone.

v "You there! Do you know anything about frogs? You know, the green slimy things that bounce on the dirt! What do you think of them? Personally I always thought of just smashing them with the heel of my boot if I saw one before me but do you think they're good pets? Good companions? Please do not ask why, just answer me!"

^ Xander swallowed nervously. He was definitely not going to ask why. "Uh..." he said as his brain tried to wrap itself around this, weird, encounter.  "I think they are funny," he slowly concluded. His fingers tipping on his chin."Never had one as pet but they are good in my opinion," he showed a quick nervous smile, "they are some,good hoppy critters right?" Xander laughed softly, "maybe they even like hopera." Xander mused.

< 100% Dad material. Makes a lot of dad jokes.

V "Hit me with your best joke," he said with a genuine smile. He definitely like all kind of jokes and puns.