Sven was shocked by the man's sudden idea but it was true, it made a lot of sense. Now walking down the path more and more fear built up in sven's stomach, the idea of taking his gloves off became more appearance with each step, his demon taunting him to o so. Sven thought about this the whole time. It had been a while since he had fed the beast and they said he should, maybe just this once? Sven asked himself this question before his demon raised it's voice. "do you want your friend's to die? These people won't just forget about you after this they'll keep coming you know. But think about how easy it will be to dispatch them if they had the plague or a terrible fever, it'd be like the flick of a wrist and there out cold, trust me it's a win win situation" the demon grumbled. Sven nodded, he didn't believe the beast but he had a point. Taking off a glove after the other sven placed them in his pockets his real hands touching each other in an unfamiliar way. "I guess we should just go in, we can't really wait on the others"