"Were I better acquainted with some dark forces, I might have considered it, but the closest thing I have to a deity right now is Nara here.  She likes to call me her good luck charm, but I'm afraid it's really more of the reverse...  Sort of.  A good luck charm that forgets how to be lucky, occasionally."  He considers for a moment, and then shrugs, deciding to broach it.   "You ... seem to be of a generally more learned state than the average person....  Do you know very much about warlocks?  The things that they can do, so on?"  He shrugs slightly.  "Even if you don't... it's nice to see another arcanist kicking around...  I never got far enough in my training to learn any spells..."  He looks down at the ground, seeming partly ashamed at the admission.  For every step, gesture and movement that either he or Nara has taken, he has always adjusted smoothly so that Nara remains between him and Joshua.  He's graceful enough in movement that such action almost seems natural, and not deliberate... even though it clearly is.  The paladin hasn't given an indication either for or against attacking him yet, and he'd much rather be safe than bleeding.