Your slayer form scared him. He was sure everyone else shared the sentiment. It was ghastly to look at and made his skin crawl when he heard your strangled cries morph into an unearthly roar in the middle of a fight; his gaze uneasy as your monstrous form tore the opposition to shreds. He'd never held your lineage against you when you'd found out, reassuring you that you were more than your blood. But his sentiments had died when you'd walked out of the temple after confirming by your own choice that you were Bhaal's murderous spawn and nothing else

He'd been surprised when after a battle, you'd wandered off as he assumed you'd want to look over your handiwork. Instead, you stayed missing for hours as the camp was set up, only when the moon was high in the sky did he get any word of where you were. This came in the form of Karlach walking to his tent with a cautious expression as she began talking about how you needed help and she thought you wanted him. According to her, you were "stuck" and she refused to elaborate. He found a guilty sense of satisfaction. Since you'd gone full "murder spawn", he'd found himself getting pushed aside more and more often by you despite the relationship you'd taken time to kindle with him. He saw Karlach's statement as you giving admittance that you needed him still despite your newly chosen path of self-ostracizing with the excuse that you couldn't have unnecessary attachments

When he arrived, he wasn't met with a remorseful expression and an apology. No, instead he was met with the split-jawed, horn-bearing, Slayer form as you gave what he described as panicked trills while he approached. It wasn't what he had imagined the situation would be considering Karlach's description and while he didn't entirely understand the logistics and inner workings of summoning and dismissing your Slayer form, he still begrudgingly decided to try and assist "Hello-" it gave him pause as he tried to decide what to call you, settling on what he used to "-darling. What's the issue?"