The young man frowns softly as he turns toward the one standing in front of him. In one hand he holds a blade - one of the long, slim, catholic black keys. Despite recently being in a skirmish, he looks impeccable and flawless, incapable of being harmed by any but magical means.

"...Please step aside." His voice is light and kind, and there is a tone that is more pleading than firm, but there is nothing in his eyes to suggest he will yield. "Down that path is the holy grail, isn't it?"