Assumptions had always been his strong point. Paldor, a world on fire, the death of so many... it only made sense, no? That he would seek him out to bring some sort of retribution, or perhaps to avenge his family. Many were like that. Too many thought revenge meant something when really, it meant so little. At the end of the day, the wrongdoer (in their eyes) had gotten away with it long enough that death or punishment hardly seemed worth it. Let it be - it wasn't his issue, just his curiosity really. Whether the male's intentions were that, and whether they succeeded, meant little to him other than that his mother would not be able to swell up with more siblings for he and Caligula. He practically shrugged the thought off, watching down on Attu with bemusement as he began to speak once more. He liked this male, oh yes. He knew when to speak.

He tilted his head as the other spoke, nodding gently before a grin played across his features. For being a coward. What a delightful sentiment! He couldn't help but wonder what he would think when he discovered that he held a rather respectable rank. Rogue had brought entertainment, how pleasant, but also a potential stirring spoon for the political world of Moladion.

"Where would you suppose a coward would live out his last days? Somewhere dark and dank, don't you think?"

Somewhere half drowned and cold, somewhere like Iromar. Rather than speak it aloud, he merely grinned with just a hint of sinister intent. He could not be blamed for... insinuating, right? After all, he might just be helping Iromar by sending them someone who meant harm to them... it really depended on how Attu approached them, really. Either way, he was going to make an ally out of it - or so he hoped.

"Are you hungry, Attu? Perhaps we can find you something and I can answer some questions about Moladion that I am sure you have."

He rose to his paws then, holding himself with the same confidence and pride he had approached in, forcing a warmth to his features. They would head to the mainland soon, and he would begin the act of buttering the other up.

T E S S E R A C T
[ soul of caligula ]