He thought it was ironic really how the Angels were marked the same way as the Satanican wolves. It made him a litle curious if somewhere back in the lineage, they were closer than anyone would believe. Red and white was the mark of the Angels just as it was with Satanicans. Both were raised to be killers, just for different reasons. He didn't know how much the wolf knew about Kattari. Did he know her name? Did he know what she looked like? Would he see a resemblence? The blue eyes and red and white coat did seem pretty close but she was closer to sienna in color than red whereas he was a true russet red. He didn't know enough about the murder in Diveen to know if she left evidence that a cannibal did it or if it just looked like murder, period. The wolf said that I misunderstood what happened, that she killed a guard and then turned tail. He tried to make a killer sound like a coward. Now that's ironic. Cuirass couldn't help it. First it started off as a chuckle that ended up as full blown laughter. His eyes were twinkling.

"Like assassins are any better. You sneak up on someone and kill them without even letting them put up a fight. That's what being an assassin is all about. Stealth and the kill. Don't act like you're above it. Sounds like she was trapped and wanted an escape. They say never to corner a scared horse because they'll choose to fight. What do you think a born predator would do? You act as if it's surprising. It's wolf nature. If she didn't run, she would have been killed on sight. She did what she needed to, to survive, nothing more. To be free. You took that from her and expected her to cooperate? Shame on you. You're either foolish or...well, I can't think of anything else. Ignorance is the thing to blame here." He snorted and shook his head. Cuirass didn't think much of admitting he was Satanican. He was proud of his heritage as he should be. He never thought that Kattari would be telling others the same. She wasn't around her parents enough to get the full training that he and Kronos did.

And yet the wolf put the puzzle pieces together, saying that Kattari was Satanican too. So she had told someone. Guess Cuirass had overestimated her. He thought she knew better than to admit such things as her bloodline to a captor. But he kept his features composed, not letting the assassin know that it surprised him that he would know that. He was guessing at their relation to each other and Cuirass kept his features neutral, not wanting to give him any hints or clues. Then the wolf gave his name, Orifel, and was cocky enough to say his heritage should be obvious. Cuirass smirked, his eyes glittering. "It really is a paradox, is it not? You are marked like the assassins, the Angels, and yet red and white is also the markings of my own heritage. Satanicans are always red and white. The blue eyes just come from my parents. How odd that we stand on different sides of the right and wrong spectrum."

Orifel said that he had answered his own question so that he didn't have to share more. Cuirass tilted his head. He was damn curious about whatever else Orifel might know but he knew better than to beg for it. Besides, he had his pride. Orifel was guessing again, trying to prove Cuirass had stolen her to Iromar. Cuirass laughed again when he spoke of family. He shook his head. "What? Take out the cannibalistic and now you're perfect? Your family murders for hire. I murder to live. You're no better than me, but you keep telling yourself that, buttercup."