His brow arched as the death knight fumbled over her own words... First time for everything, he presumed. Of course, the priestess' retort was about right, confident, and seasoned with a practiced sarcasm. Though, as she mentioned 'insane', he couldn't help but glance behind her, at the 'mad' doctor... "Insane... Hmph... Are not we all, just a little, off our rock?" he asked. The head on his thigh had begun looking between the ladies and... Was it drooling? A swift slap to the back of hte head made it try to yelp, though still no sound could leave it. "Manners, Norbert..." He chided the head, which smacked it's lips, trying to babble something... Either the man was a lip reader, or just as daft as he accused others. "Fine... Fine... Ladies?" He stated, glancing up and setting his book down. "It would seem, that my esteemed friend here, would like to join you... However, for reason I would rather not, divulge, he may not leave my presence..."<br/><br/>Already the book was gone, as he stood up and the cloaks all fell into place, consuming his body into obscurity. The head rested on the corner while he swiftly went about collecting his things, one by one they vanished under his cloaks... Until nothing but the severed head remained... With only his hands  protruding out to obtain, and hold the head at hip level, a little ways from himself. Like all of his kind, he was stooped in his posture, and although his feet could not be seen, not a part of him made a sound when he moved.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>