While waiting for guards to arrive and take the man away, Gallus couldn't do much to shut him up without hurting him. He at least kept his head back so he was out of spitting range, but the words would be heard regardless of how the man was held.

It was all awfully stereotypical to Gallus. This man had clearly given up after his ill-fated attempts at assassination failed. Appropriately, Gallus gave the man an endearing smile, as if he was humouring a child. He did not understand Gallus and his motivations, much less his disposition towards Meesei. In fact, once he tried probing the possibility of him holding affection for her, Gallus broke into an involuntary chuckle. It grew into a laugh, genuine enough to counteract the gallows laughter that the assassin sounded.

"Creative, very creative, sir," Gallus said with a grin, wagging his finger, "I think I'll come by to hear more of it later. Do keep thinking of new things." He then pat the man on the cheek and allowed the guards and a healer to take over.

"To think..." Gallus said, barely containing the remains of his laughter as the man went out of earshot, "I come all the way across Tamriel to escape my relationship problems, and he suggests that I would pursue the champion of bloody Hircine." Another small peal of laughter escaped him, "It's too perfect. Too perfect." In that moment, Gallus remembered the seriousness of the situation and cleared his expression. "Ahem, but, yes, that was a close one." Gallus nodded to Ri'vashi, "You have fine reflexes, clan leader."