Raikou
That might have been the nicest compliment he had ever gotten about his half-baked nature. It didn't bother him anymore, and it didn't flatter him, but for once, he actually wanted to laugh about it.
"Heh... hahahah! Who's trying pick-up lines now, huh?" He said, slapping his hands on his knees. The hybrid's mildly shaking shoulder took a second to settle down before he raised his voice towards the counter, asking for two more beers, and then he looked back at Sera.
"Tell you what, then. There's no such thing as unnatural. If I could be born, if people who are patchworks of ghost and werewolf can exist, if a devil's fire can burn a changeling's charm and turn it even worse, your power can't beat out the weirdness scale. And if someone tells you it's wrong and you're wrong by extension, then they can shut the fuck up. What matters..."
He thumped his fist against his chest, and pointed straight at her.
"Is what you do with it, and whose shit you mess up if you need to make a wreck to survive."