Again, he rolled his shoulders in a shrug at her words, eyes not leaving the band. Ghostlights trapped in a perpetual glower. "Let them speak of their 'humanity', and their morality... In the end, all life fall to the same vices, bath in the same sins." Ending this speech by turning his head pointed away from her, giving himself privacy while downing the wine halfway. Scarf back in place before he turned back... Then, as if nothing had happened, the undead resumed swirling his drink, eyes roving the room...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>