"None, my lord." Orion said without skipping a beat. He had driven past kneeling before the Duke after the fourth time he had been told to rise. Orion now stood in the central palace chamber with a man far above even his liege's status, speaking almost as equals. Ragnar looked particularly unimpressed, but he suspected the Vuldrok was simply ignorant of the honor. The barbarian stood there, picking his beard of crumbs from the small feast they had been given earlier. 

"Sir Pentecost, I must insist I grant you a boon. Please, do not dishonor me with a refusal." The Duke intoned with a smile, placing a hand on Orion's shoulder. The Knight felt as if he was taking advantage of a confused man, as no one knew what he remembered or truly believed of all Mobius had told him of Engel's treachery. He considered what it is he [i]could[/i] want. To serve the Emperor directly was certainly his greatest goal, but he had not earned it yet. To see Annika up and about, with the bright glint in her intelligent eyes rekindled was what he most wanted in the immediate future. 

And then he realized just what would be a good wish to have granted. He cleared his throat. "My lord, may I answer to you rather than my current liege, and may Annika become my permanent confessor until I am no longer in need of one?" He asked, fairly certain they had only been placed together for this one mission. With a Duke who enjoyed his skills and a guarantee of Annika at his side, he was certain he could serve the Pancreator to his fullest. Even nearly a head taller than the Duke, he felt very weak at that moment with the man's face clouded in thought. 

"I can perform the former request." He said finally. "But as for the latter, I have no control over the clergy. Brother Mobius on the other hand..." The aristocrat gave the priest a hard look. One that made the priest quell in fear for a brief moment, before he sighed. "Well, she is a witch. But a useful witch. It is not my decision, but I do have friends in places that can arrange such a contract." He tried to regain a bit of dignity, placing his robe sleeves together in a semblance of holy consideration. "Consider it done."

Ragnar cried out in triumph, and Orion looked satisfied and relieved. At least the Vuldrok didn't call out to his pagan gods. Orion regarded the Duke. "May I see the sister, my lord? I do wish to see how she is." 
[@Penny]