Lips like Morphine

Sitri looked down shyly very aware of how he probably sounded. He hated that his words were garbled and unrefined and often cattywampus. He had never had to worry about it, but here it was a constant worry for the scarred brute.

Sitri looked at her and spoke softly to the girl Death is final little princess it is final. he didn't know where he got princess from, but it seemed to fit the waif that stood before him, and he was perfectly aware that it maybe taken badly and she may totally rip his ear off, but it said now and there was no taking it back. He thought about her next question The beta lecter will be the one in charge until he finds fit to give someone else the throne.

Sitri bowed his head and muzzle down low Well met Creidne. Well met.