"You, dear girl, have read far too many novels, and carry far too many presumptions. You're exactly the type of person that Urgasburg will devour come nightfall." He sighed, and shook his head. "And you just spat in the face of..." He was in the middle of actually taking Zora's side, as strange of an occurrence as the Scarlet Moon itself. But then 'The Mask', as he thought of her, and would refer to her, spoke up with her singular word.<br/><br/>Said 'Grosvenor imprints' usually meant that the body had acid burns on it. That, and clear signs of being beaten to death with bare hands; with lots of broken limbs. But mostly, it's the acid burns that tended to mark his kills. And admittedly, whenever they came to question him about some zombie, skeleton, or vampire that happened to get pummeled to death, he invariably had some smart answer prepared. He never lied, of course; to do so would be to violate his own ethics. Either it was his kill, and he had a reason for it, or it was not.  The rules were pretty clear that come night, all was fair game.<br/><br/>More words followed the winter-cold 'no', and Grosvenor approved of this. Zora deserved her reputation, and while many may hate her--hell, the Tiefling himself does not enjoy dealing with her--he<em>respects</em>her because she has<em>presence</em>. "Lass, I recommend you listen to the Mask. And follow the laws. Because while I'd hate to see you turn into one of the shambling dead a few days from now, and have to put you down on account of you getting too bitey with me, that's likely to happen with your present course." His attitude is not hostile. He is, in fact, rather chipper, friendly, and at least trying to be helpful, despite his word choice. That he is choosing to use such violent language should, one would hope, make it clear that Urgasburg was a fairly... strict, high-strung locale at the moment.<br/><br/>He gave a sort of 'I acknowledge your presence' wave to Jasper, and a nod of the head to Jael, recognizing the other's presence; but at the moment, he was busy trying to make sure that Lydia didn't wind up getting executed or something right here and now, on account of her sass. He would rather his day not start that way.