Ankyra Sound to please their lord, so before the sword

Peace, then. An olive branch. He would have been more than willing to offer it (and pretty much had, with his presence here) but hey, if she did--cool. Less work for him. And now, it seemed, an ally here, if not quite a friend. Yet.

He stepped alongside her, letting his smile broaden in response. War changes everything, Verx remarked, nodding. He cast his gaze toward Erzulie. How many kids did you end up having? They're lucky to have a fierce mom. It wasn't hyperbole. He carried a lot of respect for the woman; grudging, but there, just as with Blackhead.

'Grudging respect' pretty much summed up his thoughts on Rusalka, in general. Shame he'd probably have to burn and pillage the place, eventually, if only because he got bored.