Broken Boulder i lead the pack so my back's to them

"Pleasure," he responded shortly, with a nod in return. He let her question simmer for a moment before answering, momentarily lost in his own murky thoughts before manners dragged him back into the open again. "Uh, I guess. I'm not really a patrol person, but it's something to do, and I can look at scenery while I do it, sooo. . ." He trailed off, shrugging.

His dark nose lowered as he stopped suddenly, pressing against a clump of pale yellow against the green. "Buttercup," he muttered, as if to himself. He thought of pulling it from the ground, then shook his head, straightening and continuing to walk. "Nah. There's no real use for it. It's just pretty." Zamael laughed, the sound actually quite genuine--for once--looking back over at Queenie. "Sorry. I always get distracted by color."