<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>"Yes. Of course. Sure you weren't," Barir sniffed knowingly, the smile still on his face at his apparent shrewdness for escaping her trap. "You didn't mean anything by it at all!" the grin grew a little haughtier and deeper as he took amusement in beating her at her own game, entirely believing that even these words were a trap of sorts. She just wanted him to<em>think</em>that she hadn't meant anything by offering to him the "plentiful aspects of existence" here! But no, he had successfully sidestepped that trap. He wondered if this was what the elders had meant by the "politics, machinations, and lies of the Camarilla", and came to the conclusion that he might not be so terrible at them himself. After all, he had beaten one of those who frequented the unhallowed halls of Elysium--and one of the Corrupters at that!<br/><br/>"Despite your most... ermm, generous offer," he raised his eyebrows in triumph, "no, no, I think I shall have to refuse your charms. I'm certain it'll feel lovely and warm, as the fly said to the spider in regard to its web, but it might fit me a little too tightly. And I have certain..." he glanced at the Sheriff for a moment, "obligations that must be met atop that. Despite that, I may stop at your ... establishment? Domain? Territory? Demense? Lair? I know not the right word for it in English," he clenched his lips together in frustration at the peculiar language with all its funny twists and turns. "If my duties take me by there, of course," his gaze slips over the window, keeping it in sight as he nods to the Setite.<br/><br/>"As for your... Light Serpents," the words rolled of his tongue strangely, "I'll have to check with the Sherrif. It's not like the Sabbat identify themselves before throwing themselves at us with claws and fangs, attempting to rip us to shreds," he shrugs, speaking casually of fighting in the streets, one monster throwing himself at other monsters, each one scrabbling to end the other and rip them to shreds. "And as I said before, obligations. But the question shall be asked, and this one shall see if such a thing is ... possible," he returned to the cadence of his old tribe's speech by accident as he turned his gaze to the Sheriff once more, unwilling to promise anything until he got the okay from a more prominent authority figure.