Lykos laughed, a low, malicious chuckle. "After I check for daggers, mayhap. So, if not here to remove my head from my shoulders, why are you here? The Master of Destruction wants his prophesied bastard back now? Or just seeing what I am doing?"<br/><br/>He gestured to the nearby waiter, intent on getting the fellow hunters a meal. It was only polite, after all. And the poisons just added seasoning to the meal.