Avenge his death, like the bastard knew anything about it. The man's raised hackles were automatically raising his own, but he was old enough to know not to rise to the bait. Keep it stable, control the conversation. Badd's shoulders settled and he kept his gaze steady with his interloper.

"I was his partner, and I'm his daughter's guardian. Their business is my business now."

Wait. the beer thing. Badd didn't know anything about the cultural context, no, but he knew how Byrne laughed when he'd described the incident. One eyebrow raised. "You're one of Byrne's people, aren't you? The Mandos?"