Rohaan snorted, though whether with derision or laughter wasn't entirely clear. "Ain't never met a man like me either, I'm sure. Then again, I'm not exactly a man, am I?" He waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not impressed by your titles or your status, Valdemar. Or intimidated by them. I can assume the same could be said of me. We might live in different worlds, but we're at least both practical men. Usually I'd say that reputation speaks louder than everything else, but not here, not between us. Actions do. And I can assure you, there are plenty of men like you out there. Maybe none so rich, but they're out there." People like Karl were all the same to Rohaan, no matter their specific status or titles. He knew the sort.

Rohaan, still chuckling, swished the liquid in the flask around a bit before taking another sip. Even if there was an actual attempt on his life, Rohaan was fairly casual about that sort of thing for a cutthroat and found it more laughable than offensive. For one, he sort of always expected it, but by that same token, if he got in a tizzy every time someone tried to see him dead, he'd be a very stressed out man. "I can assure you, Valdemar, I've sampled your personal stash quite extensively." He grinned. "But having a refresher for the memory might--maybe--ease the pain of my transport here. You might have just asked, you know..." That wasn't feasible, not with a man like this, Rohaan knew. "Maybe even sent a letter. Would have taken me a week just to figure out what it said, but I'd  have gotten there eventually. Someone taught me to read once, but I was never good at it. Vokurians don't have a written language, so the concept is a little foreign." He shrugged nonchalantly.

As Rohaan shifted, Valdemar's hand started twitching and convulsing in an ugly way. He tried to hide it, and all his soldiers awkwardly tried to pretend they all hadn't just seen it for the dignity of their master. But Rohaan saw. He wasn't exactly sure what kind of reaction he'd get out of the man for his threat, but taking it quite seriously and threatening to kill him in return wasn't on the list of possibilities. He was not disappointed, though. The blonde laughed, practically cackling with glee as he whooped, "Woo hooohhoooh! Oh, now this is getting good! Struck a nerve, have I?" He was laughing, but his gaze was fierce, almost wicked. "Good to know, good to know!" It was unsettling for the soldiers to hear the voice of their Emperor speak so loudly and roughly, without any sense of decorum. He inspected the gloved hand with a cocked head. "Something magical, I'm guessing. Doesn't seem to like me shifting, does it? Best hope I don't decide to do that often." 

Rohaan returned to his natural shape though. "Put your steel away, Ca-mm. I know you'd give your left hand to run me through, but not today. I just had a very sizable meal, and fighting you all would upset my stomach. Though if it came to that, I'd burn you first, Ca-mm. That polished steel armor you've got there is well made, and might even protect you from most of what I could throw at you. But all that steel can't save you from fire. Instead it's like your own little personal body-shaped oven..." 

Rohaan turned back to Valdemar, his eyes gleaming dangerously. "But it seems fortune is shining on me today. Tell you what. Skip the contract, I've got my own leverage now. If you betray me in any way, go back on our deal, twist the terms, or otherwise get in my way, and I'll blow your secret wide open. From how you just reacted, I'd imagine it'd be pretty embarrassing and damaging to your career. And not just yours. [I]Hers.[/I]" Rohaan's task was to transport her, not to groom her political career. If he got burned in this deal, he'd set her future, and his, ablaze without a flash of guilt. 

"Speaking of, who is she anyway? I need to know her name, anything you know about her and where she lives, and what she might look like. Tell me my mark, and I'll be on my way. I've got...business to do."