[Vulpes may be named after an animal and wear one on his head, but he is very proud of his particular level of culture as compared to the Dissolute; those outside the control of Caesar's Legion. Beasts of men need to be tamed, and failing that, exterminated.]

[He gives a grunt of annoyance when his punch misses. Pulling back quickly, he doesn't even have to try and dodge Miguel's next hit- his fist simply zooms by the side of his head. In response, he levels the profligate a look of pure disgust. In fact, he's so disgusted that he lowers his fists and steps back. Such a fight is below him... it's actually an embarrassment to waste his time having a fistfight with a drunkard.]

This is pathetic. Come back when you can see straight.