Trained to smell every little mood swing and the symptoms of physical change in a werewolf, Bahadir glanced at Lyk "Easy boy. I do not wish to have the wrath of powerful men upon me and you do not want a silver coated sword inside you. I come here in peace... but it doesn't change the fact that you are an<em>av</em>" he phrased, in a rather commanding tone. He then calmed himself, his yellow eyes trailing back to Eva "Will the young lady be so kind as to help me?"