<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Zane Alsanai</span></span></span><br/><br/>Zane chuckled at Azrael's comment, only to hear a comeback from Tetramis almost instantaneously. The two began to fire off comment after comment to each other.<span style="font-style: italic">You would think these two were bickering sisters.</span>He smiled too himself as he imagined the two of being related. But there was fire in Tetramis' words. She had a pure hatred for Serpentile, the reason why was clouded from him. Though he knew she would have to get over the hatred.<br/><br/>After Azrael drank a liquid she kept at her hip and calmed Zane smiled at her and shook his head. "Yes I'm sorry for all this. But Since you aren't technically Felan, Reaper's aren't sure what too expect of you. But I got a loophole." He looked to the guards. "Go have fun you two, she will stay with me. I'm more then enough in case something happens." He looked at Azrael. "No offense."<br/><br/>The guards looked at Zane, looking him up and down and he sighed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Even though this bastard is full of hot air, he's right you two.</span></span><br/><br/>Zane's image suddenly seemed to shift a little and half of his body took another man's form, then that half split apart and grew into another form beside him. It was wearing a black suit with a white under dress shirt and a red tie. He had long pitch black hair and eyes that seemed to pierce your very soul, snake like and a venomous air around him.<br/><br/>Zane sighed and chuckled. "Ladies and gentleman, the intangible yet visible image of the Sentrada's living essence."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">I can introduce myself.</span></span><br/><br/>"Nope."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Yes</span></span><br/><br/>"You would make it theatrical."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Whats the problem with that?</span></span><br/><br/>"Too flashy."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Hmph.</span></span><br/><br/>Zane laughed and turned back to Azrael. "Come on, you can come over with me. After all, your a guest." He said. He held out a hand to her.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Mr. Alsanai</span></span></span><br/><br/>Mr. Alsanai chuckled and stands, taking her hand. "Immortal or not this is something we used to do every weekend at one of my clubs." He said.