Kilo smirked.  "Well now...it seems the magic of the mating won't allow me to do such a thing as run at the sign of any trouble or call.  Once the ritual is completed, our souls will literally be intertwined in such a way that it would be impossible to separate.  That is what frightens me the most, friend.  That I would be sacrificing others in pursuit of what I love and crave."  He then smiled.  "And as for your respect Darkling, I don't try and force things like that.  I am who and what I am, and if you do find respect in that which I have made myself then I am glad.  Otherwise, I don't feel like I can or should change myself in order to earn it."  He clapped his hand on Lugoj's shoulder and nodded at him.  "I thank you for your words though, for they are deep questions to answer."<br/><br/>Turning to the bar he grabbed a mug and filled it with ale and took a healthy draft.  His accelerated motabolism made it almost impossible for him to get drunk, which Kilo enjoyed.  He hated having his senses dulled by drink, and had only truly been drunk twice in his life.  It was the longest ten minutes of his life.  Everything had felt wrong, but that was after a drinking contest and he had the sense enough not to accept those kind of challenges anymore.