He smiled, for his notion was correct. She wasn't going to kill him...Yet. As she landed in the snow, he nodded lightly, impressed was too strong of a word, but worked well for his feeling toward the landing. A person with such Dexterity to land from such a perch, and still have the arrow ready to fly. That took training, and understanding, well done. As she spoke again, he pondered for a few seconds then took a small breath.<br/><br/>"Ghaleon Sericia... So what do I owe this ambush?" He asked softly, his eyes darting over her form, checking her weaknesses, gauging her skill, his mind racing like that of a super computer. She had been taught well, He form gave little away, Leaving most to the imagination. "You?" He nodded toward her, Staying motionless, not even a shake in the sheer cold.