The nobleman shook his head. "Nothing broken, I was merely tossed aside as if I were not worth the effort." He gave a grim smile to the woman tending his wounds. "Fortunately I was not bit. I do not have to worry about the feral curse!"<br/><br/>The paladin's outburst was partially expected but perhaps without some of its intended bite. "I own the slaveyards." he said simply in response. "Nor do I trust demons or devils or any type. However, politics often makes strange bedfellows. I do what I must to keep our land and country safe. You are a wise man not to trust their ilk." He attempted to shrug, but the pain made him wince.<br/><br/>He gave a sigh as he waved away the concern over his injuries. "If you have questions, ask them. I will do my best to answer as I can."<br/><br/>Meanwhile the man with the broken devil horns listened quietly, not interupting. He seemed to sense the purity of the woman who entered from downstairs and it attracted him like a moth to a flame. Although he remained silent, he positioned himself so he could stand next to the virgin, enjoying her presense.