Asran looked at Ayrie with an amused expression. He loved how cheeky she could be, making such demands of him. He then stopped realizing what he’d just felt. Then sighed deeply, and smiled again it was warm. “Alright, after facing all that I do suppose you’ve earned my name. My name is Asran Throckmorton, lord to the sin of Gluttony,” he said bowing slightly at the hip a hand arching under him. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, lady Ayrie.” Then raised himself to be standing up right. Then flicked her on the forehead slightly. “Also don’t get cheeky. I told you how I don’t want to talk about it. You’re also going to have to figure that out on your own. Ask the priests if it’s so important to you.”