The scaly guy was a hair from stepping forward when Charon got in his way. Only he was used to the uniformed patrol of the village, not the newcomers. So as far as he knew this was just some guy getting up in his face and two fucking frills flapped out on either side of his head threateningly, bright red in color. He responded accordingly, and with great class, by spattering swears in a strange language in Charon's direction. Then switches to Standard. "Rotty smelling deadite! This is none of your business."

Niko got to his feet behind Charon, shaking off the disorientation. He would have fought back, only... well, there's patrol there. Patrol he invited along. In his head he debated the benefits of mocking the asshole from behind Charon's back and just trying to calm the situation down. There wasn't much of his pride left, but it wanted to fight.

Was pride worth fighting for anymore, though?

No. No it wasn't. Only money. If he continued to pick a fight, this jerk might say what his problem was with Niko, and that would do him a lot more damage. Or worse, he could watch all that effort he just put into Charon evaporate with a bullet to the head- he can't imagine ghouls stand up too well to them.

"What are you going to do?! Just stare at me like an ape! You fucking apes are all the same. Spread disease when you fuck. Smell like shit. Fucking gross mismatched teeth."

Niko was glowering at the punks insults, staring him down, but his glare wavered as he hit that insult and the Serb found himself sticking his fingers in his mouth to check his teeth in confusion. "Whaw wa fuh ih wong wih m'tef?" he asked himself without pulling them out. Didn't take him long, though. He got back to glaring with the force of a thorough beating real quick.