A variety of expressions waxed and waned on the inquisitor's face as Loka explained and defended herself. The revelation that she knew the other werewolf was a female by the scent of its monthly bleeding elicited the same reaction from Gregor as it does all Montgardian men whenever reminded of that biological phenomenon -- he blinked rapidly and the corner of his mouth twitched as if a small fly had just flown into his eye. It was considered indecent and a taboo for women to discuss that with men. That Loka could smell the difference was repulsive and Gregor was silently very pleased he did not have her abilities right now.

He rolled his eyes when she defended the existence of her God. Gregor was resoundingly atheist and did not believe in the existence of any gods, be they Montgardian or foreign, and found the explanation for her powers insufficient. He resolved to question her further, later. Gregor merely watched her for a few seconds when she stomped past him, turning to follow her with his glacial gaze, his face cast in shadow beneath his hat by the light of dawn as the sun slowly crested the horizon. [i]Nicer clothes?[/i] 

Gregor followed her without a word, content to let the issue rest for now, when Loka asked him something. It took a few seconds for the meaning of her question to pierce through the fog of his fatigue and reverie. Comprehending, he chuckled. "Because the law requires that I, as inquisitor, must first declare an appropriate sentence for the condemned's crimes before administering the Emperor's justice, and the condemned are to hear their sentence before it is carried out," he explained patiently, searching Loka's face for hints of confusion or understanding. "A situation in which self-defense is necessary to save myself or others is generally sufficient to skip that step but I try to slip it in there regardless. I'm an inquisitor, not a lawless murderer."