Vis smirked under his scarf, "The call of Danger and Adventure ith noth so eathily rethithted." He cursed at himself under his breath, he had to teach himself how to talk without his 's' turning to 'th's or he'd probably just stop talking all together. "how abouth you?" he asked, "whath's a Deva doing outh and abouth in the Moors?" he leaned against the carriage and regretted his decision whincing and sitting standing back up, his back inflamed in stinging pain. He looked at the deva and played off the pain, adjusting his scarf as he waited for her to reply.