He watches in slight amazement as she throws back a good part of her drink. He's fairly certain it isn't tequila or whiskey she's drinking. He'd been drinking for many years and could barely throw it back at the best of times. Apparently his answer wasn't helpful. He couldn't give her too much information though. His eyes widen a little bit when she moves the strand of hair out of his eyes. The longing flared again... just as it had come, it vanished with her touch.<br/><br/>"They're? The cultists are asking for a person in order to release your journalists?" He scowls. "Using people as bargaining tools. There is no honor in the world any more." He takes a drink to calm himself for a second. "If you don't mind me asking, who is it that the cultist are demanding?"