He continued his path, not deviating in the slightest, though the second the elf stepped into his path and spoke, one eyebrow twitched. The bright white and silver armor began to shimmer, and darken, the white becoming solid black, and the silver turning to gold, giving him what he hoped was a slight demonic look. It wasn't until he finished that his expression twitched into one of pure contempt, and his hat shifted, flowing down and surrounding his head, a helm shaped like a snarling dragon's head, his head visible in its maw. "I am Caiaphas Murphy Kilgore, applicant to the position of the Knight of the Summer Court, and I WILL greet my patron immediately, by going through you if necessary."<br/><br/>He was still moving at the unhurried, relaxed pace, but now he did his best to drip with deadly lethality and implacability. The elf would either more, or draw, and either way, he would quickly stop being a problem.