Draiss paused, right at the door, turning and staring at Jashah in confusion, having completely forgotten she was present. He simply stared at her, as something faint, almost ephemeral appeared over his shoulder, a shadow of a person, the size of a small child, clinging to his back. Its only feature was a massive, insane, leering grin, teeth of all shapes and sizes sticking out. It had no lips, but its mouth moved, its head right beside Draiss' ear, his taint manifesting somewhat due to him being completely drained and exhausted. He stared at her, as it whispered in his ear, too softly for even Niara to hear, but after a moment, Draiss' eyes flashed, and he put a punch where its head appeared to be, though the physical attack merely passed through without even making the mouth pause. After a moment longer, Draiss forced himself back into his functional mindset, and banished his taint back into the corner of his mouth, before turning back to Jashah. "In a short, pithy, immature sentence, make me. I am leaving, though not for a week, now that I managed to get my feet under me. Maybe for a day or two. And go ahead. It is your choice, though I doubt I am really killing you, however it feels like. I have been dying ever since my sanity returned, and that was nearly sixty years ago. Only died once during that time, due to a misfire of an experiment. All the multiverse cares about, Jashah, is that one gets results. It doesn't care how, why, when or who has to die to get them, as long as a result is found. If Fate and natural choice favors you, then I am going to come back to a lot of unhappy women. If not, then I won't."<br/><br/>He turned and walked out, no longer putting off an aura of exhaustion, but instead his normal attitude. He would return in three days, and he allowed himself a wry grin at his thought.<em>And who knows, might be interesting for a change.</em>