If there's anyone in this city, and on Tierra, who is used to Red Wine shooting them hateful glances, it's this chimera right here. He doesn't even flinch, standing still until he hears the denial, and only then do his arms unwind from around his chest, only then does he remove his swords and belt and sit down next to Red Wine, leaving his weapons to lean against the wall.

Red Wine might be lying, and they might have to clean it up, but Steak doubts it. And Steak also doubts, in what will be a moment of startling clarity for him, that there's anything he can really say to snap Red Wine out of this.

Instead, he gently bumps his side against Red Wine's, a wordless gesture of... something. Support, Steak would call it, if he had to.