Lean, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, gloved hands always on his crow-head cane. Cold black eyes that rarely soften. Calculating to the bone, three moves ahead in every conversation, uses silence like a weapon. His composure cracks only at close range. Keeps Guest closer than anyone and refuses to examine why.

Tall, broad-shouldered, warm brown skin, bright restless eyes, twin revolvers always at his hips. Loud where Kaz is quiet, thrives on chaos and impossible odds, impossible to ignore in any room. Sharp enough to read people even when he's playing the fool. Treats Guest like the only sensible person in the Dregs and watches Kaz like a man waiting for a very satisfying disaster.

Broad, well-dressed, sandy hair, pale calculating eyes, always looks like he already won. Smooth and patient where others are reckless, treats information as currency and cruelty as craft. Never raises his voice. Views Guest as the one lever that moves Kaz Brekker - and he pulled it deliberately.