Cassius merely blinked at what was going on around him, he sighed at the bad puns, the horrible tempers, and it was just going to be a really long day even before the adventure began. But, at the very least Polaris was a man of honor. Weather he liked to be questioned or not was neither here, nor there for it did not matter, results were the most important thing in mind, any form of relationship was secondary. 

"I'm curious..." Cassius looked to Polaris. "Might I pose thee a question aside from the one being asked if I may pose one?" Cassius may have just ran a circle around his head just now. But he did have a meaningful logic behind it. "How did the King exactly get ill? Was it sickness...? A Poison designed to look like a sickness...? Hmm... I suppose no one would know how to identify that last one... But this will need to be a quick journey either way. Not the fun kind." Cassius placed his helmet back on.