How the man moved, from behind Lovela to stepping up from in back of the demoness at her new position, was unknown, or why he hadn't aided in the fight... Resting one thick, gloved hand upon Glyn's shoulder, his fingers curled over the pinkish flesh, the display somewhere between a forceful grip, and father's loving hand. His other hand lifted, a slight wave, and the curse was dispelled. "As far as I can tell... Both parties were in the wrong. Dear Lovela, should not a paladin allow anger to rule their actions?" Hat hidded head bowing ever so slightly, "Was that not the path of damnation Arthas himself walked? Passion for justice, burned to bloodlust?" One could almost SWEAR he was grinning at this whole situation.<br/><br/>"Madam Warlock, are you<i>certain</i>, that your silver tongue speaks thruth this day?" The tip of a frost conured dagger playing up the demoness' spine, both teasing her with it's sentually slow motion, and threatening her very life with it's razor sharp edge... The human may have towered over goblin, yet the man was an easy bycepts, shoulders, and then head over the paladin. For a man without elven ears, he sure had most Kel'Dorei beat for height.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>