Standing, he turns and walks for the door, barely dodging a glass that was thrown. He smirked and kept walking, the spikes on his back standing up and quivering. Ah, how he longed to fight something, but for now, he'd have to wait. There were still matters to attend to, in which he needed to take care of. Relaxing just slightly, he sways his dangerous tail, incase the patrons of te tavern dared throwing something at him again.