[center][h1][color=Deepskyblue]Charles Dorvain[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=Deepskyblue]". . . ."[/color]

Charles didn't respond immediately, taking a moment to look over his Servant as the servant had done him, his brow knitting together in a look of concentration as he tried together his first impression of the man who had appeared before him and would be assisting him in the coming battles. He was not over-joyed by the announcement that man was an Assassin, but neither was he dissatisfied. His gut was telling him not to underestimate his Servant, as the air this man had about him was one of power through finely honed skill. This was not the greatsword that is used to smash your enemies to pieces in the heat of battle, but the small dagger you used to kill a man in the dead of night before fading away like the morning mist. [i][color=Deepskyblue]Not what I wanted, but definitely something I could work with, even if it goes against my philosophy. This definitely turns my battle into more of a game of chess, however, which is going to be annoying and boring. But still, maybe I'll face of against a master of worthy contention to get my blood boiling.[/color][/i] With his analyzation completed, Charles nodded his head before putting his hand out for his Servant to grasp if he wished. His stance relaxed ever so slightly, but his eyes remained just as intense as before, though the firey stare had died down to an ice glaze as he accepted that this would not be as engaging a battle as he wished.

[color=Deepskyblue]"Nothing more than what you can give. Since I didn't use a catalyst for this summoning, I was fully prepared to get a lackluster servant, but from what I see, I don't that I have drawn so poorly. So, Li Shuwen, I believe it is my turn to ask what you expect from me as your Master?"[/color]