The man. Woman. Whichever, nods a greeting, as Azure gets behind her, perhaps. "Yes. I'd heard some." He says, offering a hand, perhaps. Certainly this one is reacting far less than than Azure, or even the Neomah at your nakedness. There's something altogether strange about this, perhaps.<br/><br/>But you knew that. "If you can believe it, the story she said is safer for her. The actual person is also safer for it." Azure is clinging to the smaller person, looking more comfortable rubbing against the back of the person. "Now, what are you, Crimson Maiden?" There's less standing, and more flowing by the person. "One of the Deathknights?" Standing infront of you. "Perhaps one of the Chosen of the Sun?" At the left. "Perhaps the Maiden refers to you drawing your power from the Maidens?" Right side. "Or perhaps you draw it from the Yozi?" Back, siting down, leaning against Azure. "Tell me, and say no lies."