Stolas lifted his eyes to glance at Blitzø as he took his hand. The gesture made his heart squeeze in his chest. Was he worried about him? Was he worried? Angry? The Ars Goetia tried to decipher the muddy expression on the imp's face, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in response.

Then the sinner spoke again, and the owl's head turned back. What a keen eye the deer had, a little too keen if you asked him. Of course someone of his reputation could tell the difference in blade work. Awkwardly, Stolas chuckled.

"Yes well... That would be because there was an assassination attempt raised against me when I returned home. The imp my soon to be ex-wife was ever so kind to give me the V.I.P. treatment."