The man's eyes narrowed a bit; as if, well- calculating a response. The thoughts percolating were very, very, very slowly. But, as he heard 'Commisarati' he snorted, rumbling in dark, husky; rumble that he called a voice, "<span style="color: blue">I already understand how you got the information, as I made no efforts to hide it or my...</span>" He paused, he knew very well that it was heresy to speak of any business he did with Inquisitors, but at this point she likely knew about this. But, on the other hand, "<span style="color: blue">... Employer.</span>" It seemed that he was being rather careful with his wording, not that it wasn't understandable considering the circumstances. But, he then starts to laugh lowly; the smoke only annoyed him; he didn't really think of it as combative; even if it was falling down on him. He didn't even begin coughing; the exhale forcing it to swirl and dance around him as he turned and gave Cyrine a very bland look, it was apparent that he wasn't really amused, but it wasn't anger. I twas, mild distaste- likely over her method of attack. Which left much to be desired. So, with that he shrugged.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">And do not<b> insult</b> me so much!</span>" He stated with a laugh, he then  looking rather suspiciously about before speaking once more, "<span style="color: blue">I'd rather,</span>" he had to pause at that... His mind's gears churning slowly through a list of responses before he came to one that was as close as he could get in High Gothic, "<span style="color: blue">Not break someone elses fun as it were. That, and if I were to be anyone; I'd much rather not have to deal with a jealous lover- or a cold fish routine.</span>" The last bit was said with an undertone of laughter, "<span style="color: blue">In all seriousness- I am not very good with people that I am either not commanding or that are not in charge of me. Which I must say I am sorry to be so... Rude</span>." To this end, it seemed that at least he was apologizing, which might explain why it was said with a lower tone of voice. He was mildly out of his element here, having rarely done such events and even so- the part of a mute meant one did not talk. And he hadn't. He hadn't talked for a good six months save when they were alone; and even then it was in short sentences because of disuse. This? This was an entirely dfferent ball game.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">I do dare say that the time is already memorable, you'll need to teach me to do that voice.</span>" Seems that the woman had actually impressed the large man. Although, he thought a moment, motioning vaguely toward the room the others and himself had been lead from, "<span style="color: blue">Although I might say that I did see a rather twitchy woman off near the corner who may, or may not, be fairly drugged out of her mind though. Cute too, but she'd been feeling up one of the other guests- not really sure if that's what you're looking for but, eh... I'm not a match making type person.</span>" His expresion was dubious.<br/><br/>He didn't know weather or not he was being made fun of or not. Just like that awkward guy at the party.<br/><br/>That no one liked.<br/><br/>Good job Veche.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>