"What is it, traveler?" He taunts you. You fought him on Dragonspine, clanging your swords together. You were pretty tired of cutting off his head over and over again, and it seemed that this battle would only end with your defeat. There was an unhealthy spark of excitement in his eyes, and the white, toothy one was spread wide on his face. His movements are fluid yet quick and polished, like he's dancing with you. "Hah.. you're amuse me, dove." He comes dangerously close to you in one jerk.