Badou shot Daemon a look, curious and appraising. "You can't be that old." He'd placed the guy in his late twenties at best, but he knew you could never be too sure of anything, especially with a guy who talked about realms and light and darkness like they were real, commonplace things.

It was a fairly neutral topic though, and mostly he was just curious. "You're not an elf or anything, are you? Not that I've got anything against that. You've got the whole seductive thing..." He paused, chewing contemplatively. "Maybe that's vampires."

He elbowed Alle in the side for the hair comment. Or he would have, if he wasn't too lazy to do more than sort of nudge him with his arm. "No one wants to get into that again either. It goes without saying that I'm the finest ginger you ever met."

"Second finest," He amended, glancing from the food to Renji again. "Thanks."

They all needed a break from the heavy stuff for a while. Maybe some more than others. He wasn't really the type to pry into that kind of thing though, even with people he knew fairly well.

He shifted his attention back to Alle, noting his interest in the cookie, and wordlessly offered the one from his own bag.