Sven stopped drumming his fingers on the table as the inquisitor entered. He was fully aware that he was on her ship and that he was probably sitting in her seat, but he didn't care. He was more than amused enough by the disproving look from Brother Marius, the ex-ultramarine sitting on the far left corner of the table. The Ultramarine had always had a respect for the chain of command that Sven had never shared.<br/>He could smell the stress on the inquisitor's scent, his noes wrinkling at the sour smell. This is more or less a standard response to meeting Astarte though in Sven's experience so he ignored it. His slightly yellowed eyes peered into hers, daring her to look away. He liked playing games with inquisitors. Then he grinned.<br/>"Ah, praise be the all-father, she has finally arrived."<br/>He leans back in the chair as the Ultramarine gives him another 'look'. Brother Marius turns to Adrielle and asks.<br/>"I assume you know why we are here?"