Julian watched the wolf slip around his ability and he felt a broad grin split his face in two. This fight was going to be a good one, one for the history books. 

He let out a good laugh as she straightened, allowing his body to relax in a smooth stance. "Smooth moves there puppy boy." He popped the last potato into his mouth, chewing absently as he slowly stalked Clayton. The patron behind the wolf stood up and got put of the way. These people had seen what Julian would do just to entertain himself. Gods know what he's going to do in a fight. 

"What's your name pup? I figure if I'm going to give you a pounding, I might as well know your name." His fiery eyes were locked on Clayton, watching every little twitch of his muscles, noting the flexing and relaxing of his muscles as he moved about.