He looked off into the distance for a moment. Then, he said, "All right...give me your hand. There is something I have to know." He took Saeilith's hand and in the blink of an eye made a cut as thin as a papercut with a small blade. He scooped the drop of blood up onto the knife and held it up to his face, examining, and sniffed the air. His expression darkened considerabaly. "You may want to know why I did that, yes? Well, when Amber first came here, I was quite surprised. I smelled blood that wasn't anyone's I had known before on her sword, faint but still there. I was curious as to who's it was...and now I know. " He stared straight into Saeilith's eyes. "I would like you to explain why the scent of your blood was on her sword."