Dean had crossed his arms subconsciously while waiting. He dropped them at the noble's approach. "Il'Lareth, eh? I remember drinkin' one of your siblings under the table." He walked over to Saren and offered his hand. "Harold Dean, Captain of the Guard." Whether or not Saren took his hand, he smirked. "Hope you're ready for what's out there. Little kitty girls aren't the only things we'll be fighting."