Rohaan shrugged with a self-confident pride and his classic Cheshire grin. "Eh, I've got more than a few warrants out for my execution that say otherwise." This was a point of pride for him, obviously. He reveled in every rebellious act against the empire, and perhaps even society itself. Each one of those warrants meant higher stakes, a bigger reputation, and were a badge of honor that reflected the audacity of his ambition. The fact that he'd avoided paying his dues for his crimes for so long, despite the long list, only added to his joy. 

Rohaan closed his lapis eyes and leaned his head back against a blackened pillar of stone he was using as a backrest. He said, as if to himself, or perhaps to an audience he knew would never listen to him, "A brute I may be, but was I always? Did a brute create your hatred, or did it create him?" And then his eyes snapped open and he said, "Aye, you'll get her, and I'll see to it you uphold your end. I've no faith in your character until it's done." 

The shifter lazily tilted his head to look over at Ash. "Well then, it seems we've got an appointment with this Erik of Strosberg fellow. I've no idea what Lynch is, but I'll wager he won't be able to do it to me. I'd like to see him try." He chuckled. His tone when addressing Ash was decidedly less derisive than when he spoke to Valdemar. Clearly, they had some unsavory history. Not directly, perhaps, but Rohaan and the Empire as a whole had been at odds before Rohaan even knew how to speak their language. As far as Rohaan was concerned, any official of the Empire was a sworn enemy. He had to remind himself that would be Ash too, pretty soon. And all he could hope was that she would be less of a tyrant than her father. "We'll be seeing you soon, Valdemar. I suggest you dust off the imperial seal and get it ready..."