<em>"It would do our most</em>esteemed<em>Rogue Trader well to remember the dangers of the flesh when plying his charms amongst eager young strumpets,"</em>the garishly augmented man (http://img812.imageshack.us/img812/5710/techpriest2.jpg) hovering just behind them interjected, shots of mild static punctuating every other word.  The accent was a bit odd for a man of his faith, with a certain unusually rustic, if somewhat tinny twang that one would normally find from some country bumpkin on an Imperial border world.<br/><br/>Thraxius' single ghoulish eye pivoted in its holding, narrowing on each of the four in turn while a rather unwholesome series of<em>whirrs</em>and<em>clicks</em>echoed from deep within his chest.  It was understandably difficult, if not utterly impossible to tell just what the techpriest was thinking, but if one had to hazard a guess it was most likely veiled disapproval of their current surroundings.<br/><br/>The red lens finally focused back on Cortez, a metal lid covering the upper half in what could only be described as exasperation.<em>"The temptations to put personal pleasure before profit are manifold, but denial of one's base nature is the surest sign of strength."</em>