"Who was that man?" Strax asked, stepping back a little from Cristine. They had been too close, which made them both somewhat embarrassed. But there was no time for sentimentality; the murderous aura from that man was far worse than anything he had ever felt in his life.
"Elites of the Association..." Cristine murmured, still a bit flushed after realizing what she had done with Strax—feeling his body that way. It was a problem for her as she was suppressing some things.
"Elite? Are they all like that?" Strax asked, looking around while maintaining his camouflage with the Night King's Steps. Cristine did the same, using her shadowy steps to blend into the air, but their voices could still be heard if someone approached.
