"Ya seem like you take teasin pretty easily." Not someone who got ruffled too much, though Dabi's needled Nara'a a few times already in their adventures. Though on the other hand, "hunting" in general doesn't always mean meat or animals, and he's seen Nara'a hunt down a few things already. He isn't that bad... Not that Dabi'll admit such.

"That's just the nature of people," the villain retorts dryly. Two large extremes: anarchy that ultimately devolves into might-makes-right and then tyranny which results in too many restrictions. "There's a balance between anarchy and tyranny, but humans can't reach it as a whole cause they're humans." Dabi's not sure if Nara'a considers himself separate from "humans" as a race since he's a miqo'te, but at the same time, he's spoken inclusively before, so... who knows.

The compliment earns a brief snort from the burned man. "My world's already might makes right. Heroes are the victors, and thus they make the laws to enforce their way of thinkin. No matter who gets crushed as a result." He lifts his hand, looking at the staples in his skin, gleaming in the firelight. "I'm pretty close to the bottom of that hierarchy. S'why I'm lookin forward to burnin it all down."