Never, your highness. [A twirl of his hand like he's addressing the Queen of the Dead. He'd bow to her if he wasn't comfortably smushed on the couch. His tone turns serious like hers, hopeful with a little fear in the back of his dark eyes. Sincerely:] My hope is to save lives. While keeping my own. But, I need to look like a threat. Cold, calculating. A good taskmaster.