Aldros smiles. Technically. There's no warmth in the expression, and his eyes, for a moment, seem more like empty black pits. The moment passes quickly, though, leaving the calm gaze of mocking scorn in its place.<br/><br/>"Of course not - not yet. You've done nothing to show you can live up to your words, nor has anyone yet spoken in your support, and only a fool throws themselves in front of someone who might still stab them in the back. My credentials were vetted by the Watch, the ones actually paying my fees, and if you doubt their judgment then such is your own business. And as for when my spells run out...I always know what to do next, you won't be needed then."<br/><br/>He drums his fingers on the sturdy iron morningstar hanging from his belt,as if for emphasis. It bears the marks of age and frequent use, and while obviously well-cared for, some stains never really wash away.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Foolish woman. No one will risk themselves for you, why risk yourself for them.</span></em><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_u">She thinks without our power she would be fighting the undead, when in truth she would number amongst them.</span></span><br/><em>Quiet, both of you. When I want your opinions, I'll ask for them.</em>