[ A bit more maniacal, than the utter silent masked murderer from the last one. He can't really expect efficiency from a man wearing a mask made of human skin, though.

Adelis mulls over the question for a minute, gaze slipping into the brown liquid in his cup. ]

I doubt she'd go through all the effort of making us do her dirty work just to throw us out. She doesn't seem to care much as long as we're do what we're told.

[ She speaks with a detachment, and yet a fondness for some. She's a tough one to read, but he hasn't spoken to her head-on himself. Not quite worth it. Perhaps if it comes down to it, though, he'll make the request himself.

Never again will he walk under the endless night, if he can help it. Here, he sleeps without waking to screams and howls in the night. That's good enough.

The thought lasts for all of a minute before his gaze snaps up, eyes narrowing slightly at the question- it's not the fact that Mishka isn't looking at him, considering his feelings, no. It's something else entirely. ]

Does what hurt.

[ Adelis has scars- Mishka knows that. But he hasn't divulged the nature of his previous quest in it's entirety, nor is he privy to the details of his death. So the question is, why is he asking about things he knows nothing of? ]