Instantly, the friendly warmth in Crask's eyes faded, replaced with an intense coldness. "So be it, pirate" as he began to circle the misguided youth, watching his dagger carefully. "If you think I am not willing to kill you in my endless pursuit of revenge, then you are sorely mistaken", Crask let out a low growl, teeth bared and sword quickly in an experienced dueling position. "You have no right to protect this dragoness, all the suffering her and her kind have caused me...." Crask paused, looking at the ground, his warrior's discipline taking over again. He raised his head up, and in a slow, calm tone implored Jack, staring directly into his eyes "I offer you this one final chance, to abandon this pointless "nobility"....throw down your weapon and I will let you live, my quarrel is not with you"