Odin Fenrir simply said nothing as the vampire walked away from him and his men. As she got farther away he scuffed to himself and began to march, but he was stopped by the same soldier who questioned him earlier. 

"Sir?"

"Do you not trust my judgment?" Odin said proudly.

"N-no, but I do fear for what could come with this chance meeting." The soldier replied.

"The Dawnguard could handle themselves against a single vampire, assassin or not." Odin said firmly. "And her so called order is a dying bunch." He added. "But come now, lad! In front of us is not one, but two very dead werewolves. It is a time for drink and celebration!"