"My name is Valoren Ravenmoore," He bowed with all the grace of a divine being, " and you see, I am simply one<em>hell</em>of a butler."<br/>As he said the last from his bow his head turned up to look at the werewolf, his eyes practically closed with a sincere but devilish smile on his lips.  He stood upright and in front of Namyria as he said, not a finger without her okay.  Namyria was the first Hellion he had met in the states and he intended on keeping her around.  Hell hounds are despicably useful creatures, after all.  He allowed this to be his standing greeting all done with his perfect english accent and affectation.