Luciel's ears tilted to a side, unable to keep from finding the strange man's strange behavior strange. Though the chimera couldn't make out the face of the man from behind their helmet, a feature most disingenuous to their apparent disposition, the slight glint of the man's crimson eyes could be felt across his skin which crawled. The idea of what a [i]human[/i] could be thinking with such composure and tact after having simply walked up on strangers put Luciel at odds. Having dealt with nobles and their foul tact, the man who called himself 'Victor' struck him as being akin to the aristocratic beasts who had him in chains not even a week ago. Wearing masks of smiles or addressing those they depended on with turned backs...the man's helmet was no different.

[color=8882be]Then I ask myself...what does a stranger want from another stranger?[/color]

Victor's comment about those 'so uninformed' with the pointed look was met with a skeptical glare from behind sharpening pupils. Apparently, conveying his lack of impress and overt distrust with the knight wasn't enough to save Luciel from being wheeled off. Caught off guard, the hand on his back caught the chimera strangely enough to frenzy him at the idea of approaching the others. Heels of boots dug into the mossy ground, peeling up the foliage as Luciel stiffly objected, "I-I vill do no such thing!" with a hiss as his ears folded back. Their tone was kept soft as to avoid drawing attention to themselves outside of voicing his discontent with Victor. He soon stumbled over the two building mounds and was forced to walk with the knight, much to his chagrin. 

Luciel stood with a disinterested frown, eyes narrowing as he was announced to be Victor's friend. One of their folded back ears fluttered in irritation while he begrudgingly surveyed the rest of the group, shaking lightly as the anxiety of being outnumbered and dragged into the light sank in.
Honestly, the last thing he expected was to be called out by the other human in her funny hat for being among a group who didn't introduce themselves. The thought made Luciel look back to Gish, curious if she was also some kind of human for having an equally funny, albeit more intriguing, hat. That was it, all he had to base this assumption on, this callous notion was largely based on the inhumans' usual inability to wear hats. The Mindskitter confounded him as to where its head ended and body began, the man in the mask who had mysteriously disappeared in the mix didn't have a hat but rather a hood like Luciel's tapestry cloak. Meanwhile, the humans were wreathed in extraordinary headwear...at the very least, it was something to distract himself with.
The look he offered Gish came out more as a small plea for help rather than an opinionated stare.

Ears perked up at the directed inquiry of introductions on his part. Glancing between those that she pointed to, Luciel sighed and dropped an elbow to knock Victor's hand away while taking a step to the side though still within arm's reach. He hoped he made it apparent that he despised being touched, made clear by a brief annoyed glance in his direction and a small huff.
"Pardons, Madam Rose..." he began, the rehearsed formal tone returning as Luciel simply looked through her, though lifting a hand from the tapestry cloak to place the palm over his heart. A step back with one foot, bent at the knee, he offered an unexpectedly noble bow before continuing while lifting himself to stand once more. "...I am Luciel" he simply said without any fancy title or even the conviction of pride to his tone.

[color=8882be]Introductions for those who asked, it wasn't my job to impress guests with flowery arrogant claims, only serve them and offer something other than 'you there' or 'boy' to call me by. Still, I found the confidence in her introduction admirable. It truly made me wish there was something I could title myself with. [/color]

"...Z-zeh Lost, I suppose" Luciel tried to joke, chuckling grimly for a moment before making a small 'hrm' noise and looking away as his ears folded back down in a small splay of awkward self-perceived embarrassment. It was intended on being a joke on peoples' memories as well as his current state which he supposed was still his business that he wasn't keen on sharing. He withdrew his arm into the folds of the cloak, resuming resting on the handle of his sword while he continued to lightly shake.