Something in the back of Covud’s mind screamed at him as D’crux addressed him. He couldn’t quite pin point what it was, but something was ever so slightly off about this Rogue Trader. He might not have been a Judge or even an Arbitrator anymore, but by the Emperor he still had the instincts of one. Mentally gritting his teeth, Covud ignored the warning his subconscious was pointing out. It was easier said than done and the niggling voice still remained but Covud wasn’t there to investigate D’crux. Quite frankly she was the surest protection he had right now and he was not stupid enough to want to give that up over a mere suspicion.<br/><br/>Concealing his true thoughts and emotions from his face with practiced ease, Covud simply smiled.<span style="color: red">“You did not interrupt anything, ma'm, I had been yearning for something to occupy me anyways,”</span>He replied, sitting down in the offered seat.<span style="color: red">“My stay has been quite pleasant sofar… Much more luxury than I’m used to,”</span>He chortled,<span style="color: red">“Not that that’s a bad thing mind, I bloody love it. Particularly the Amansec cabinet. Not to mention the fabulous cuisine. It’s a far cry from what I had to put up with in the Arbites. I was lucky if I could get a hot cup of Recaf most times”</span><br/><br/>He paused momentarily at her mention of the servitors, wondering if she had been able to see his discomfort around them... Maybe it was just a lucky geuss.<span style="color: red">“Well its not that they’re frightening, ma'm… I've seen far worse things in my time. I’m more concerned with where the Adeptus Mechanicus found so many, quite frankly gorgeous, female criminals to lobotomise. It must've taken years to find so many.”</span>It was perfectly obvious that he was picking his words very carefully.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>