Clenching the dagger tightly in her hand, Meesei took a step forward and stared into the man's eyes. The silence was, at least for those in the pack, tense. The Argonian was even more emotionless than Meesei, but after a few seconds, whatever Meesei found by staring into his blank, orange eyes caused her own expression to soften just slightly. Letting out a long breath, Meesei grabbed the Argonian's arm and pulled him up to the altar, turning him to face it. She gave him no more than a light push, as he offered no resistance whatsoever to anything she did, even when she leaned his head over the basin and pressed the dagger to his throat. 

"Molag Bal, I would speak to you. Here is your sacrifice." Meesei said aloud, her tone firm and her words concise. She was quick and efficient in her kill, pushing the knife deep into his throat to ensure that he bled as quickly as possible. Nearly every drop that was spilled landed into the basin, and once it ceased, she allowed his corpse to fall to the side of the altar. 

When Meesei dropped the dagger to the ground, the sound of the metal hitting stone echoed through the large chamber for what seemed like ages. She could not even hear her own breath for the silence that she held in waiting of Molag Bal's response. After the eternity that was the next few seconds, it appeared that Molag Bal might decide to ignore the sacrifice entirely, but then there was a change in the basin. The blood flowing from Molag Bal's sculpture ceased entirely. The rest of the blood in the basin began to bubble as if it were boiling, though there was no heat. 

Molag Bal made no apparition of his form, but what did follow was his loud, omnipresent voice. It did not emanate from the shrine, but rather seemed to originate from all around them at once. "So, Hircine's favored dog desires an audience with the Lord of Domination. Do you think being the Hunter's pet makes you worthy to summon me?" 

Along with the words came a feeling, almost like a sickness in Meesei's stomach, along with everyone else in the room. There was not a shred of doubt as to who was speaking; it was no trick. Even the vampire lords Hal-Neesa and Llarvan seemed to lose some of their confidence in the presence of Molag Bal.