As the grew more distant from the crime scene, he slowed down, the grip on her shoulder loosening with time. Though, it never left her. "I, do as I wish, when I see fit..." As if this was explenation enough. He glanced around, then behind them to the knight, newcome warrior, if he overheard right and of course Norbert. "My name..?" he rasped out, one brow arching as he turned once more to regard the priestess, "I have held many, in this life, and the last... Call me, whatever you choose..." Glowing orbs trailing down to take note of the faux leather lip of hers, then rise again to inspect her azure mane, slightly curious of it, though saying nothing. Self reconstruction was an ever expanding hobby and occupation amoung the Forsaken.<br/><br/>Again, he risked a look back to the severed abomination's head, as mute as it was trapped in Vina's hands. As well as inspecting the warrior man, some sort of noble in life, perhaps? Those were often cause for interest, though mostly in the way of employment for him. However, the man, if he truly was a combatant, would likely have little interest in a hired blade. Though it was, vagely amusing how he seemed so enamoured by the Death Knight. Truly, it was the adventurous types who were first to look past prejodice. He had likely had his life saved by a converted agent who now swore to the Ebon Blade.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>