Dark brows elevated slightly. Turks? "No," he said. But that gave him something else to contemplate, didn't it? Turks and soldiers and big shiny swords - oh my. "Are you?" He asked with a grin. Maybe the guy was a Turk solider, and since Chase wasn't one, he was going to try to kill him now?
Not that it would be much of a fight. A few blasts of power and he could probably pitch him over that cliff - and Chase was primed and ready to go.