Instead of being offended or giving Mack any ideas, Taran let out a loud laugh. As he guffawed, he grabbed his side with an arm and clapped the nearby healer demon on the back with another. “Kill you?” he said, obviously surprised. He puffed his chest and gave a confident response. “Well, you know what they usually say. If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.”<br/><br/>He held a few of his hands up, feigning innocence. “I think we’ve come to a sort of misunderstanding. How I saw it, you were a good opponent- if a little bit of a scaredy cat. Kept running, never really stopped doing that. It did start to get hard to find you after a while, and I wondered what that was about briefly. Can’t hide from me, though, but I’ll commend you for the effort.”<br/><br/>He paused, scratching a temple. “Uh, just Mack? Okay,” he remarked quietly. He wasn’t sure quite what he should say knowing that the fellow demon he had brought to the healer thought he had tried to kill him. Oops. He let his comment hang there, seemed to be about to say something again, and then closed his mouth once more.