Benedict's body cracks, pops, and reverts to the broad-shouldered lupine form with the heavy mane and claws.  What comes out of his mouth is a rattling chuckle, low and full of phlegm.  "Oh yes, will be needing more than a kiss for rescue.  I think that I will--"  He trails off, sniffing, the long duster swirling around his feet as he rises a hand to shield his face from the flare of lights thrown off by the demon's teleportation.  Full, pointed teeth are revealed in a disgusted snarl, rolling his powerful shoulders as he hunches forward and sniffs again.  Nothing.  "They are gone from this level... I do not know enough about this demonic heirarchy to pinpoint where."<br/><br/>Orlando's knowledge of the situation must be a relief though, as he looks to the man with his burning eyes, dipping his chin briefly in acknowledgement.  A good enough start, "A fine enough plan.  She is powerful if foolish.  Maybe put a collar on her in the future."  He mimes choking, chortling to himself once more, brushing against the drow cleric as he takes second position.  "Fair magic, Dusk.  Maybe you can show me a fe--"<br/><br/>It's about here when the Mindflayer's well-intentioned, and fully grounded, caution makes itself apparent as he aggressively pinpoints their mysterious companion's 'secrets'.  Benedict stops, turns, and glowers.  He abandons his position at Orlando's flank to stalk closer toward Verena, his bulk between the two.  One hand slides around her waist and down to her hip, pulling her against himself, the terrible hooking claws dimpling the flesh.  The disguised assassin can feel the incredible strength, that which even giants would bow their heads too.  Benedict's human form might be nonassuming, but his more bestial mutagen proved to have at least promise.  She knew that, though she might be able to slip free with her own supernatural grace, the man could literally pull her apart with just the strength in those arms and shoulders.<br/><br/>"Allow me to make something clear to you, Brain Eater."  Benedict's low growling tone has hints of menace, the threat of violence if not paid heed.  His free hand rises, brushing past the robes and 'cloth' that just barely conceals the Grey Elf's breast from sight, cupping her without shame unless she fights him off.  The claws brush at the nipple, teasing the sensitive nerves purposefully.  "/Mine/."  He stares at the Mindflayer for just another second as they come upon the bridge, before turning to eye Verena.  "If you like, I can jump us both across."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>