Ithalin quirked a brow, chuckling.<span style="color: #b30000">"I assure you, my own method of retrieving certain things would be no more odd."</span>He paused a moment to shake his head before pressing on.<span style="color: #b30000"> "No, that's not true. My methods are much more...fantastic? I think that might be the term. Magical, maybe."</span>Shrugging, he leaned down to examine Hermasia's skin, at least the portions not covered by her dress, more closely. The flame burning in his eye sockets flared a bit brighter as he pondered over the flesh.<br/><br/>Waiting until after her and the instructor had finished speaking to pull himself back to his normal posture, he grinned wide, displaying two rows of well-maintained teeth, both of which bore a predatory sharpness abnormal among humans.<span style="color: #b30000">"How intriguing. A slow drip of such a substance could prove useful on extended journeys. Maybe you'll let me taste you sometime, hm?"</span>He paused to laugh before continuing.<span style="color: #b30000">"Or, I suppose any other construct of your type could serve. Either way, assimilation of that ability could be most useful."</span><br/><br/>Shrugging, he turned himself towards the various weapons as he pulled his lips closed, gaze flicking about the dulled tools of death while he awaited her response (or, more likely, lack of one). He turned his head over to Heinrich, and spoke up in the man's native tongue.<b>[Teutari]</b><span style="color: #b30000">"Mind terribly if I borrow something from your little armory? Well, not borrow. I doubt it will come back in one piece. But, at least it will serve its purpose as a tool of the Reik in somewhere besides a forgotten sparring ring, yes?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>