"Very." Thrice doesn't entirely understand Martel's motivations, in this world or any other, but at least here he doesn't feel obligated to annoy the shit out of his partner's ex. It's a small, petty pleasure but Thrice does enjoy that his-Martel can never figure him out.

Just outside the cafe, a horse-like creature whinnies and refuses to move its load any further. Thrice frowns, looking past Bruce and into the street, letting his eyes lose focus before he fusses with something in his pocket that seems to bring him back to the conversation at hand.