Christoph looked around, inspecting his newfound companions(?) with more than a little curiosity. They were an ecclectic bunch, the likes of which even he hadn't ever seen in one place. The perks of being an important prisoner, he supposed. He would love to get to known them, but sadly, now wasn't the time. He regarded the approaching enemies with a raised eyebrow, taking small steps behind Holgarth's hulking frame.
[color=orange]"Whether our [i]king[/i] wishes to talk or not, it doesn't seem like our new friends would reciprocate."[/color] Christoph said in response to the mage's (likely rhetorical) question. 

The dandy quietly began shuffling the cards in his hand. Out of nervousness or excitement, who could say? The barbarian king had told him to pick up a weapon, and undoubtedly, his companions would agree that it was sound advice. But he preferred a hands-free approach, so to speak. And besides, what would Christoph do with a weapon? As he was, he would more likely stab himself than his enemies.
[color=orange]"I wouldn't be averse to attempting it, of course. But communication is a two way affair."[/color] He said thoughtfully. [color=orange]"Perhaps, after we... soften them up, they'll be more open to suggestions."[/color]
He would do what he could, but he would gift the lion's share of the fighting to his more martially-minded companions. Though if things went wrong, he would always be available to lend a helping hand.