"You might be true in that.. There is nothing more precious then the touch...." She paused for a moment, her gloved fingers going over each other as she remembered how much meaning her words might have for the rogue. "Well.. You might be right yes, and rogues can have other useful purposes.." She didn't finish her first sentence, and without making any eye-contact she walked over to the deathknight, giving her a small smile, her eyes twinkling of hidden thoughts.<br/><br/>Looking down at the head, still carried by Vinadine she gazed over the rogue and the cloaked warlock. " I think we came to agree upon his name.. Just call him foolish, that'l be enough... Though I'm wondering as well.. Why do you owe the pleasure of talking to a demon for, Vinadine? " She swayed her hips slightly, pulling her robe straight as it still wrinkled from the whole ordeal before. She didn't loose sight however, an distrustful gaze lingering upon the cloaked woman and her obscenely polite succubus.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>