Krem thought over his evening at the fight club and hummed contentedly. He rolled his neck, taking out his kit to start working on the first project he had. Tailoring, for him, was mostly an automatic task and having Biffy around to talk to was good for filling the hours as his fingers flew on the hand stitching he preferred over the machines.

"A good handful. I had to concede a couple of fights, but they were amiable." He huffed a breath and shook his head. "Had to have one broken up before it got out of hand with me, but it got out of hand with someone else."

He snorted. "I don't think I'll be organizing for a while."