Yep. Red one. Representation of fightin' and multiple kinds of "passion," I guess.

[It means fuckin.

Also, Spy. My guy. You've seen him beat people to death with a wrench and chop them into gibs with the Gunslinger. Is it really hard to imagine him decking someone out. Anyway, Engie chuckles.]

Here? Probably not. But you're right, s'probably a good thing you ain't seen me. I spent most of it either holed up in my apartment or over at Buwan's Stop, in that fight ring.

[He holds up his "real" hand, showing faded yellow bruises on his knuckles. He also lifts up the hip of his undershirt to show some equally nasty marks on his side. Lifting his shirt up to show the guy flirting with his his sick battle scars and maybe the muscle underneath that dad bod?? Whatever! They're adults, they've seen each other in locker rooms before!! This is fine and definitely does not have an awk extra layer to it!!!!]

Ain't proud of some of that. Couple Prismals had to pull me aside when they figured out what was going on with me. But it was an alright way of wearing myself out. [Engie shakes his head and pulls his shirt down.] Never got the animal... parts, though. Saw a woman with tentacle-lookin' hair, though.

[For the record, it's going to take him a second to pick up on said clues. He clears his throat. Loudly.]

Anyway, doubt you're gonna deal with that. I read up on Cordis. Everything was... cryptic, but it didn't sound "punchy."