She nodded to Crimson. "Aye, they would." She agreed. Looking the necromancer in the eye, she smirked unpleasantly. "You dare touch one who walks with those of violent origin whose name most fear to utter?" She asked softly, knowing he could hear her no matter how low her voice got. "Your ignorance is insulting to me, out of my sight." She ordered, lips pulled back in a silent snarl.
The necromancer smiled. "Ah, milady. My apologies. Thee hast the beauty of the hunter's moon. I shalt leave thee until later, milady. Sweet dreams." He turned to Crimson, "Milord."