"Whichever brings you the most profit, my lady." Torin blandly replied, his eyes flitting to the servitor for a moment. She was a pretty thing . . . shame about the lobotomisation.<br/><br/>He'd always found the choir a tad obnoxious, though he wasn't about to voice his opinions on the matter. He knew that she was doing it all for show, to impress and possibly unnerve her new crew, and he recognised the psychological aspects that the choir imparted, but regardless - it seemed unnecessary, and he wasn't entirely approving of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>