For just a brief moment Martel's jovial attitude faded. He glared at Kobe, all the warmth gone from his eyes. He pushed the whelp from his mind - in this case literally. Still, he did not draw the black blade. He just have the young vampire a glare of disapproval before looking curiously at Darksoul. "Ah, you must be from a fifferent plane of existence than I, for where I hail from the gold dragons are a true force for good. Aiding the brotherhoods of palafins in their divine duties." He gave Kobe another small look, now back to his warm smile. "I would suggest you do not try your tricks again. For I do not tolerate tomfoolery of any kind in my presence. If a weapon you wish a weapon you shall have." The old man placed a dagger on the table, it was made of silvered steel, with a priceless ruby as a pommel.