"I bark not. I bite." Moros said with a laugh as he looked to the brother who had been mistaken for one of his own and the one who had made the mistake. There was an air of amusement about him as it happened he seemed to enjoy mistaken identities or subconscious slips and in fact in some ways the lustful marine so anxiously moving in his seat was a better example of such a front line unit than himself. As the dark angel spoke more though a large smile cracked along his bland looking face.

"You're a clever one. I like that. With you and the one thirsting for violence we may just find ourselves in one piece by the end." Moros chuckled again and then took a stern look. "If we wish for recon I'm well suited for the task my suit is lean and quick and my weapon silent few will notice and by the time they do most are dead. I fought the Tau on several occasions and went behind their lines. They are fragile once you eliminate the threat of their aim." 

Moros remembered the heads of men exploding guardsmen being torn to shreds as simple fodder as he and a select few went behind lines and killed every last Xeno in retribution. It was a grim thought, but that was war wasn't it tactics called for sacrifice to win.