Devin allows himself a private smile when Fitz turns his back, amused. The man is sharp, and not afraid to voice his opinions. Both are qualities Devin likes. The Fool is his obvious weak point, and one Devin can leverage against-- but there's only so much needling that's necessary.

He closes the gap between them in an instant, falling into step beside his quarry. His tone is pleasant. "You're right, I probably wouldn't; although my first commanding officer took some pleasure in barking insults and orders millimeters from our faces, but you follow who you're told to follow in Her Majesty's army."

The vampire shrugs. "I'm of the opinion, Fitz, that in highly charged situations it is words and reason that are most likely to get you out safely. Most people are trained with weapons, not wit." Devin is utterly unaware of the pun he's just made. "I can learn far more about you from your ability to withstand a tongue-lashing than a physical one, and in far less time than earning each other's trust will take."