"Ah, greetings. You must be the one attempting to stop my lord. Indeed, it is a great pleasure. However, I'm afraid you must now die. It's a pity. But, it is what it is. Please don’t think too ill of me for it." Sticks his tongue in your face, nearly licking you, but you avoid it. "Oh, so shy?" A sword appears in his hand. "Oh but I shall enjoy this!"