[He tries to temper the stirrings of a bad mood, eyes focused on the path ahead rather than watching Héctor for any hints towards something being left unsaid. ...Or instead of just looking at him in general, because he worries that if he does, his nose will wrinkle and his lips will curl back to reveal sharp, dangerous fangs that would probably be taken as some kind of threat even if he had the intention to never bite a human ever again. It's just...easier to listen and imagine that there was more distance there than he felt, however unearned that closeness was.

It was good news. Focus on that.]

What, you think I'm not capable of playing cards with them anymore?

[The sarcasm isn't over the top, but the lack of a grin to his words suggests that...yeah. It was probably going to be tough even if he did his best to make up for it. Still, the quip isn't insincere. Playing cards with someone that hates him is probably better than laying around bored out of his gourd and feeling more alone than ever.]

...There's really only one thing out of what they said that I want an apology for, anyway. The rest isn't a big deal. Don't worry about it.