Albiorix sat back in the uncomfortable chair, not inclinded to argue with Hawke anyfurther on the subject of calling a hunt onto Analese. He knew that she would just feel so...<i>important </i>seeing her face posted on the Daily Prophet and all through town. But if it meant that she had something else to trouble herself with for awhile then he was fine with it. It gave him more time to undo the ring before she went to hunt it down once more.<br/><br/>Before Albiorix realized it he was holding the ring again in his hand, Hawke's voice sounding distant once more as if Albiorix had entered a tunnel while talking to someone on the phone. Finally his attention drawn again as Hawke posed a peculiar question. Albi slamming the ring down on the chest nearby much harder than he had intended, a loud thud echoing through the room as he let the ring rest out of hand. Looking back to Hawke, pretending nothing had happened as he gleamed into his mind for a moment to figure out what he was speaking about, not wanting for the man to witness how the ring effected him.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Three.</span>" He answered simply and honestly, he would have never imaged being so honest with an Auror in his life, but he didn't feel like lying. The man could see in his head and could find the answer himself if he pushed hard enough. Albi finally thinking back to his house once more. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I had wondered how you found out about my house, how you had wound up at my doorstep. Though I am thankful, for you stumbling upon the trap set for me. But good to know that next time I will have to be more careful about the evidence I leave behind.</span>"<br/><br/>Albiorix stood up at long last, the dark dust filled air around him whispering around him like a strange dark shroud, only disolved as he walked by the fire towards a window covered with curtains. Slowly pulling them back a bit as he peeked out. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">If you're trying to scare me with all this talk of Azkaban and what you could do to me may as well stop. You forget I lived with Analese for nearly a decade, nothing scares me besides the Dark Lord himself and her. But now that he's gone, mother takes the cake, you, do not even register. No offense.</span>" He glanced over, offering a cheeky little smile and a faint wink as he looked back out.<br/><br/>Watching as morning commuters moved down the street headed to work. A few familiar ministry officals walking just inches from him, completely unaware. Not even able to see the house that held one of the last remanents of the Death Eaters. For Albi was the secret keeper here. Even if Hawke wanted to show them, he'd be in for a rather nasty surprise the moment he tried.<br/><br/>As Hawke began to discuss the ring once more, Albiorix paced back inward, turning to see if the ring still rested mere feet from the Auror. Moving back towards it cautiously. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Veela blood, yes, from her mothers side, of course, plus she is a skill Legilimens, much like yourself. And she wears a glamor, beautiful little thing she came up with herself, it morphs the way people precieve her based on what they desire, or feel comfortable around. Similar magic to that of the Mirror of Erised. Doesn't work on anyone who knows her though, once you know her there is little that the glamour can do to hide the monster. Point is mother knows her way around magic and she can be whoever she wants to be in a heartbeat. More importantly, she can be whoever <i>you</i> want her to be. Well, not you anymore, you now see her for what she truely is, but you get the point. If you do send the ministry after her, I'd make it clear, what they are up against, else, you may find more than a few, joining her side.</span>"<br/><br/>Albiorix watched the ring for a few moments as he let Hawke speak. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You don't understand, you wouldn't be the one laughing if she found out you were lying. She didn't need information, she just wanted to be sure you were the real deal, if I really was close to you...</span>" He trailed off, watching the fire reflect in the opal's glassy black surface, for a moment, a face reflected in the dancing flames, a face that was not his own. Albiorix lunged out to grab the ring as if his life depended on it, pulling it close to his eye to see if he could gleam the figure again. Before realizing what it looked like with the question that was posed.<br/><br/>Quickly he recomposed himself. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">If you think I would let you have a go at this ring you are <i>dreadfully </i>mistaken. As you said, you are an Auror and I, an old... servant... of the dark lord. We are not friends, we're not meant to be and this link changes nothing!</span>" He spoke with a bit of fire, realizing how defensive he was being, he calmed a bit. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Besides, I need to be the one to destroy it, just as Potter thought he had to be the one to destroy the Dark Lord's Horcrux's, I must destroy this. I.. made a vow, one I do not intend upon breaking.</span>"<br/><br/>Albiorix glanced back down at the ring, his voice echoing inside his head as he searched for the face once more. '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I will make you whole again.</span></i>' His eyes quickly glancing towards Hawke, as he realized he didn't even bother to see if his mind was still his own. Watching carefully his expression, for even the smallest hint of knowing.