but , lets go somewhere more private . he looked utterly focused , like a cat about to pounce . ten men were little deterrent from attack . he was quite a bit the worse for wear , and the dark red mark where his forehead had smacked the floor did n't add anything to his appearance . he grabbed them up and took them into the main room . if only he could meet his father ! i mean , what could be more innocent than a root beer ? but i just ca n't picture him settling down . '' 