He could smell her.  Blood carried about her like a perfume, old and fresh, death and gore in equal measures.  It was a heady mixture.  As much as he would indulge in the vicarious thrill that was the momentary spark known as life and it's various habits, the bloodlust Scarlet Prophet so wantonly displayed roused sensations subtle and gross.  Had he known nothing else about her upon arriving, he would have known the handiwork below to be one of hers.  Her activities matched her outward mannerisms so... perfectly.<br/><br/>He allowed her the pleasure of looking.  He returned the favor, drinking in the sight of this wild and shameless creature, examining her in excess.  Despite his outwardly cultured and neat appearance, he could find no fault in the notion of having the two of them work in close proximity to the other.  He doubted that she would be interested in some of the activities he found so... engrossing.  No.  She was far too of an unrestrained creature to enjoy the subtly involved in wresting knowledge from the dead to apply to other venues.  Perhaps that was why their Mistress had paired the two together, his cold and analytical habits a temper to her wild fire of passion.<br/><br/>Then again, perhaps the lesson was in reverse.  Perhaps the Mistress was educating him in the need to indulge in the more... bestial aspects of his state.<br/><br/>He chuckled softly at her words.  A challenge, of a sort?  Or a promise.  "I am sure that our mistress will be most pleased with what is born from our... co-operation."<em>Do not think me soft, Lady Deathknight</em>, his eyes promised through that grin.  "As I am sure the Hundred Kingdoms will appreciate the gifts we bring them... in time."