One scruffy, half gone brow lifted as he turned his drilling gaze to meet the woman's own. "So you admit, to your own imprefections?" Though his tone sounded accusational, Risa might have realized it was in fact his curious voice. Unlike most undead, the cadaver exuded no stence of death, likely a rogue's perogative. His finger and toe tips had been filed down to sharpened points, even unequiped, he was geared for battle... "And really, how does it taste, if I might ask?" still leaning back against the bar, leaning his head back to peer around the elf to gadge the human... Save for his tone of voice and expression in his eyes, he seemed rather relaxed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>