( the impression of curiosity curls like wisps of smoke through the sustained connection of their Communion. then they disappear, swept away in the sudden eddying of a buoyant and mirthful wind. he can't help but laugh, the sound warm and lingering. what a delicious opportunity he's been given, and their misadventures in venera and godsblood are scarcely a few days in their wake...

yes, there are very few things that he would like more than to ensnare both that dragoon and that loathsome creature here so that the Regent could tear them to pieces. well, except the hope that he could assist.

playing the messenger is certainly a way he can do that, though his preferences were typically more tactile and bloody. ) Of course. I would be happy to help.

Given how dangerous a trap we are meant to set, I have to assume the bait is suitably tempting.