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Alain actually laughed at her words, "Even if you were to have retrieved the guard's blade and turned it on me, if my intention was to end your life, or to take advantage of you, there would be no time with which you could. I do not take the time to let my opponent know I am coming. I was merely suggesting that you do not cavort about in such..." he twirled his hand for a moment, searching for the right word, "I suppose telling clothes would be the right words. That nightgown was hardly the kind of thing a woman of your calibur should go about meeting strange men in dungeons in." Again, his tone became slightly edged, but not so much as the first time. He had not neglected to notice her figure, as they had talked face to face. The look to her body, lithe muscles instead of bulging ones, quick and sure movements, suggested she was probably a good hunter as she had mentioned, though he did not know of what nonsense she spoke of in 'feeling' her surroundings. Hunter, perhaps; she was no wolf, though. Again he did not respond to her comment of names and titles. He only used the names of those he saw as equals. He had not seen this girl do anything remarkable; all he had seen so far was mediocre bargaining skills. He frowned a little, remaining silent. Her steely gaze was misplaced; if she was attempting intimidation, neither status nor her current unarmed state helped her in that regard, though he was perplexed by her statement of kindness. He was not unkind, per se. Self-centered and self-serving, perhaps. But he didn't go around and wantonly slaughter innocents. Showing kindness just wasn't a trait most looked for in assassins or thieves.

As they descended lower into the darkness, a feeling of...wrongness swayed over him. Normally he wrapped himself in darkness, both to hide and to strike, but here it felt...almost tainted...off, "Hmm...there is something amiss here. I cannot say what, but I feel it...what is it you hope to find, down here? You never said." Alain was not afraid. Wary, but not afraid. He did not trust this place or this darkness, and he would only stay as long as was necessary. But for now, he would guard the girl. He pudt a hand on her shoulder to stop her, "I think our path is clear from here. Down and down, yes? I will take lead. Watch our backs." He drew one dagger, the other hand falling to his knife belt. He knew not what lurked in this...forsaken place, but he hoped they did not meet it.