[ Howl's smile gains a wry edge. Touchy, touchy! Steak is oddly defensive, but that defensiveness gives Howl a mild urge to tease him further. Like he kinda wants to stuff him in a locker and grab his butt at the same time. ]

Good evening, Steak. You seem to be enjoying yourself.

[ He looks down at the pool table. ] You're very good at this game. I'd rather watch you play this than carry a weapon around.