<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Perhaps it can..."</span>Malak teased, his grin widening slightly. His eyes scanned over the Siren's face, oh her charms were incredible, even able to spawn a flicker of lust in even Malak's black soul. Malak also wasn't used to receiving such attention from a woman, especially one of the Siren's... caliber. Usually women were too busy doing silly things like trying to flee from him or screaming to bother with such trivial things like flirting with him. Malak quite liked this behavior, he loved the attention. When the female touched him Malak did not move, he remained stable and mostly stoic, though his hand looped around her waist in response to her tangling herself with him. The smile remained ever present on his face as she explored his form with her hands and played with his hair.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Yes... I am running out of subjects as well. I do hope our king has something not quite as... monotonous as simply sitting around"</span>The king had come to him weeks ago with a special request, one Malak had been painstakingly working on for the entire time in between. Aneolis would find Malak's skin was somewhat cold to the touch, his pulse only barely there. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, not too terribly like touching a corpse, he still had life in him and something even more interesting, his very being buzzed with a dark energy, giving him a much different... feel than any mortal would.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Very well"</span>He said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"I agree, it would be best to go to the king... he is not well known for his patience when it comes to his subordinates."</span>Malak briefly turned away from the Siren to close the door, whispering a couple words to it, earning a creak in return. It was less likely that the warlock was locking the door than he was cursing it to punish any poor curious fool dumb enough to try to open it. Malak turned back to her when he was done with his business.<br/><br/>When the siren moved away from him Malak grinned, watching as her puppet approached her and she climbed leisurely into it's arms. Malak grinned for a moment, turning away from her long enough to lift his arms and bring his hood over his head. Malak didn't like the servants looking at him, so he walked around even in the castle with his hood up. The shadow of his hood covered all but his mouth and chin, though the green blaze could still be seen through the shadows inside the hood.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000"> "Perhaps after, we can speak again, I do have some things I would very much like discussing with you..."</span>Malak leaned in close, whispering into her ear as he walked by her. He did have a couple things he wanted to ask of her realistically, about the healing potion.<br/><br/>Along the way Malak did not speak to the Siren, though he mulled things over and left her to the throne room. When he finally reached the double doors, he waved his hands, and pushed by an unseen force, the doors swung open. Malak entered the throne room, noticing already that Nekar and the young elf knight that Vayne had taken under his wing were already both there... was he late? Malak really didn't care, he still smirked and kept his eyes focused on the great king of darkness.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Your majesty."</span>Malak greeted Vayne, giving the dark king a small bow, a noble's bow, a sign og great respect coming from one such as Malak. Malak's smile remained eerily still even though it was clear he did not like bowing even the slightest to another man. Vayne deserved at least that much respect from him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"I am terribly sorry we were late, I was caught up in my experiments, lady Aneolis had to retrieve me personally." </span>Lord Malak clasped his hands behind the small of his back, a resting pose while he awaited further instruction from the king.