"So at least you understand the conundrum that a mortal such as myself would be facing in a situation like this..."<br/><br/>He asnwers  looking at the cintilating pink vial that he just settled over the table and losing himself in thought as the liquid swirls showing two similar tones of pink mixing together, a flaw that he was sure was caused by his still only "adequate" pratice.<br/>"Right?" turning to face her and looking deep down in her eyes for a moment that felt longer than it should, snnaping out of it, pulling a chair, spining it so its back faces the table then sitting, leaning himself over the back of chair with his arms over it and finally resting his chin o top of it, still with a light pensative aura around him.<br/><br/>"Anyways... who is the... paladin?" Opening my hands in a humble greeting"