JW swiftly closed his lips and displayed yet another new expression--embarrassment. Oh, right. He looked like a hick. What was he even doing? That sour frown reluctantly made itself at home again as he listened to Krem's story. He had no doubt that the guy was covered in scars of his own--but he was supposed to. He was a soldier! He wasn't someone handling food. And still, as he spoke, JW couldn't keep himself from hoping. He hadn't just sat down and had a nice chat with anyone like this in some time. And Krem was right. JW turned his head so he could look at him with his good eye. His nose was a little crooked.

"You can hardly tell, honestly. Thank your lucky stars you didn't end up with a beak. As for my teeth, that story isn't free."

Was he being sneaky? He felt like he was being sneaky.